Flash Nano 2025 Stolen Bank Account

 Flash Nano 12 Prompt You find an unexplained charge on your bank statement.  The prompt generated a slightly different take on bank accounts.

The Stolen Bank Account

 "I’m sorry Patty. Your card was rejected.” Louie said.

She looked at the pizza box. “It can’t be. My paycheck went in two days ago.” She didn’t say that the last time she checked was over $8,000 in the account. “Try this.”  She handed Louie the debit card for her savings account.

He tried it and shook his head. “Come in next time and pay me.” She was grateful she was a good customer. Patty had the habit of trying to make friends with merchants she dealt with regularly.

On the way home, she stopped at an ATM. Her cards didn’t work.

Once home, she found the house cold. She shoved up the heat before going to her laptop. As it came up, she threw her hat and coat on a nearby chair.

Typing in her account number on her bank’s website, she found there was a message: "No such account." Thinking she put in the wrong number, she did it again and again. Always the same.

When the bank opened the next morning, she was there. The manager she had worked with for years had retired.

“You can have an appointment next week,” the bank employee whom she didn’t know either, told her.

“It’s an emergency.”

They went back and forth and finally a man appeared to usher her into his office. He wore the bank’s uniform suit jacket, white shirt and red tie. Maybe he was her age, mid thirties.

She showed him printouts of the last statements.

“But you and your husband closed that account yesterday morning.”

“No, I didn’t.”

He turned the computer so she could see the form with her signature and Peter’s.

“That’s not my signature.”

Patty called her office, saying she had a personal emergency. Back home she looked at Peter’s closet. Some of his clothes were missing. She jimmied the locks of his desk. The drawers were empty. Since he was allegedly on a business trip, his laptop wasn’t there, but neither was his printer.

The police lieutenant was kind, she thought, as she sat in the police department’s parking lot after talking with him. His words had shaken her, “His name was on the accounts. He had the right to close them.”

That her signature had been there, too, didn’t change his mind, that there was nothing he could do for her. He suggested she get a lawyer.

A few raindrops splattered her car windshield. She picked up her mobile to call her lawyer.

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