Today's prompt comes from a book I nabbed at Half Price this afternoon: Fast Fiction: Creating Fiction in Five Minutes. Haven't really gotten into it much (thank you, Hamlet), but it does have 300+ writing prompts in it. These will come in handy.Prompt: Write a short story about greed. (Word count: 259)
“All of it. You can have it all.”
Leyric Kurzma sat, wringing his handkerchief into knots. He stared into the naked bulb glaring at him, assuming the kidnappers were behind it. “Please, give her back to me.”
The light went out and Kurzma listened to retreating footsteps. He waited. Five minutes. He started to rise. Chhhk!—the unmistakable sound of a handgun’s slide being racked. He slumped down.
The wait continued.
“Know any jokes?” Kurzma asked the silence. The silence didn’t.
After half an hour, a door opened admitting grey light and four silhouettes. When the lights came back on, Zilbic Glibor stood on one side of him. Myrena Wrelczk stood between two behemoth thugs on the other.
Glibor handed a notepad to Kurzma. “Write your bank account numbers and portfolio codes. You may keep your mortgaged properties; like the bottom of Lake Unbrgno, they’re underwater.
Behind Kurzma, the silence laughed.
Glibor took a smartphone picture of the document. Two minutes later he showed Kurzma the text alerting him of the funds transfers.
“Miss Wrelczk,” Glibor said, “you’re free to go.” Kurzma rose from his chair, glowering at the gunman behind him. “...or stay,” Glibor finished.
Myrena backed away from Leyric.
“But you promised, you vowed ‘for better or worse.’”
“I know, darling. Worse. Not worst. This is no place for a grammar lesson, but you have nothing now. And Zilbic...” she stepped across to Glibor, her legs never having looked so long, “well, Zilbic has everything. Including me.”
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