I tell you, never be a time like Katrina. That was the best. All them folks cowering in the Superdome meant one thing to us: New Orleans was unoccupied. It didn’t take much to get us a boat and a chainsaw. Bang, we was in business. East Jefferson, Algiers. All the streets took at least six foot of water or more. We’d drift up to a likely house, step onto the roof and cut our way in. Mostly we took jewelry, it being portable, but Junior worked in a pawn shop and knew a valuable trumpet when he saw it.
Opportunity knocks…or floods in as the case may be.
Whatever.
We seem to have an outbreak of criminality amongst the Fictioneers this week
Sadly, I’m sure too too much of this happened, and still happens in the wake of any disaster.
Some would call it enterprising…
To many who turn to criminality had something better to offer. If only the criminal mind could be put to working on something beneficial to society – Great story.
Hmm. A bit too realistic. Makes one wonder how often that scenario actually happened.
There’s a special circle of Hell reserved for looters and those who take advantage of another’s suffering and misfortune.
Having had the experience of coming home one dark night and finding our house broken into and all our electronic equipment stolen, I can hardly ‘Like’ this one. But you’ve definitely gotten into character.
Some people would call this opportunity, while some would call it payback. “The rich/ the world/ society/ life owe(s) me this because I’m poor/ I grew up underprivileged/ whatever.”
Nasty little tykes.
You bring back Kermit’s horn and you bring it back now! 😉
Great story, Randy.
Although I don’t agree with the looting, this was a nice fluid, sorry for the pun, read.
Dark truth here.
– Lisa