Flash Fiction: They don’t call him that anymore.

I came up with this little conversation while walking down the road the other day.

I had to write it down somewhere.  It’s not very original but I like it:

“So, now you are out of prison what are you going to do with yourself?”

“I dunno I thought I’d get in touch with the old gang, you know Fat Mike, Little John and Jim the Fixxer. I’ve been thinking, I’ve got the heist of the century planned”

“Sounds good, but uh… About fat Mike, we don’t call him that anymore… Not since… You know…”

“No I don’t know what happened? Did he go Ape shit and kill somone or something? He never did like that name.”

“No, he uh… Just Lost a lot of Weght.”