Monday, September 30, 2013

Short Stories & Such: Getting Your Money Back


The following story came out of another Writer’s Digest prompt in which you write about money... that is, getting it back. If you get a chance, write one and describe how you get the money back. Here’s my attempt:
 

Getting Your Money Back

Usually, I wouldn’t be caught dead this early in the morning. Each time I inhale, a puff of cold air mixes with my carbon dioxide and a gray cloud forms in front of me. If it wasn’t that the rent is due for my new apartment, I wouldn’t be sliding this plastic into the ATM machine. Hmm, that’s funny. Let me try this again. Maybe the machine is waking up, too or is frozen. No cash? Just yesterday I took out $40 for the freaking gas. I had $5,000 in the bank! Ugh! The bank is closed and… as a matter of fact. There is only one person I know who would be responsible for this. I’ll have to confront her before she leaves for work.

“Open up, you skunk!”
 
I keep knocking on the door, but no one answers. I know she’s home because the kitchen light is on. You could see it from the living room window. Not to mention her car is parked up front. My mother warned me against opening a joint account with her.

“Come on!”
 
“Alright, already….. Oscar? What are you doing here so early?”
 
“I’m coming from the bank.” I pushed her aside, “Don’t you lie to me, where’s my money?”
 
“Your money? You must be crazy. What would I do with your money?”
“Where is it?”

“Stop! What are you doing to my things? If you don’t go, I’m going to have to call the police!”

“Tell me why you did it?”

“You’re hurting me…”

“Why?”

“Enough, Oscar.”

I turned to the direction of the voice, “Mother?”

“That’s right. Now, let your hands fall off Toni’s arms.”

“But she took my money- “

“I said: ENOUGH!”

I let my hands release the grip on her shoulders. A red mark could be seen on them.

“You have no need for money, son. I received the call last night. I knew you would come here. Now,” she took me by the hand and sat me on the sofa, “I will drive you home.”

Then, she shot me.

 

 
Scroll down to ‘Chilo’ (February 12, 2013) if you’re interested in the comments I got for it.

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