Clyde Barrow: A Short Story
Clyde always tells people his name. The rancher whose car he takes, the young boy who stumbles across their picnic, the woman who catches sight of his guns. It’s to intimidate, to establish the power he has over them. ‘You heard of the Barrow Gang? That’s me. Clyde Barrow. I rob banks. I shot those lawmen in Oklahoma and the both of ‘em in Joplin.’ He wants them to fear him because when they fear, they remember but they won’t dare tell.
He tells everyone Bonnie’s name and those syllables roll of his tongue with pride. His Bonnie Parker, his blue eyed baby. She loves the way her name sounds when he says it. It’s like the only thing that matters is her. There’s always that small, one dimpled grin pulling at his lips which isn’t often there nowadays.
He tells everyone Bonnie’s name and those syllables roll of his tongue with pride. His Bonnie Parker, his blue eyed baby. She loves the way her name sounds when he says it. It’s like the only thing that matters is her. There’s always that small, one dimpled grin pulling at his lips which isn’t often there nowadays.