Flash fiction exercises: Part 5

This is a short one. It stops much too early because I relly like where it was going. Not sure why I didn't finish it.

I have the prompt for this one and it's probably the most literal one that I saw as a member of the group. Most of the prompts were vague and general. This one told you exactly what the story was going to be about.

YOU ARE ABOUT TO WALK INTO THE BANK AND REALIZE THAT THERE IS A HOLD UP IN PROGRESS. THE BANK ROBBERS ARE COMING OUT WITH MONEY BAGS IN THEIR HANDS. YOU KNOW THEM, THEY ARE YOUR KIDS.

Here is what I did with it.

She sat in the car, wringing the steering wheel with her hands. Knuckles white. This was no good.

The teller windows in the First Colonial were in the back of the lobby. It was a good 100 feet from where she was and, even though she was looking through a car window and the windows to the bank, she could recognize all three of them.

Steven, her youngest, was watching over the four customers that were waiting in line. He had them all face down on the floor. Lindsey, her oldest, was making sure none of the tellers tried to play hero, and Jason was clearing out the teller drawers.

She shook her head. Their faces were covered. That was the first thing their father taught them. But those nylon masks did little to hide their identities.