Randall Newton abruptly ended the voice mail, his chubby fingers smashing the tiny button several times before it finally gave in. The last message played itself over and over in his mind like the echoes of a theme song you can’t get out of your head.
Noon tomorrow. Noon tomorrow. Noon tomorrow.
No name, no number, but the message itself was as clear as a neon sign. Bring me my money or else. And no one knew money like good ole’ Randall Newton. But summers as an accountant had always been the toughest for Randy. ‘Course things got worse when his love of money started to extend beyond office hours. Here and there (and everywhere in between) he liked to take it to the track. Or to the casinos. Or the local bar. What’s a boxing match between friends, right? And as his love of money grew stronger every day, his luck at gaining it back, however, did not. As times grew tighter and money was in even shorter supply, Randy made a deal with a devil in the form of a loan shark. Ten thousand to get him back on track.
This time, however, he royally fucked up. He’d been slowly siphoning money out of their daughter’s college account, one he knew his wife Cheryl would never notice was missing. Or at least not before he had a chance to replenish it. And even though he had every intention of using the ten thousand to fix his mistakes, something told him to go for the gold. To bet it all. Put the whole of it on a sure thing. And so he did. That day he drove to the jai alai and bet to win. He won so big that he’d have enough to replenish the college savings and pay off his loan in one fell swoop. But that wasn’t enough. He wanted to have all that and then some. So he bet again. And lost every penny. The story of Randy’s stupidity made it very quickly back to his loan shark and that same night the length of time Randy had to pay back his loan was suddenly cut in half.
That was a draft I found that I was working on from months ago. It was based on a prompt from ThainInVain‘s flash fiction challenge last year… one that I never got around to finishing. Figured I’d post it for shits & giggles. I had it sorta plotted out, just never finished writing it. Was going to have him win super big at some point and then pick up his winnings & leave. As he left, he’d run into one of the people he’d met at the tables out in the parking lot. Maybe a cute red head who would schmooz him up and then convince him to continue their little “chat” in a more private place. She’d get him alone and steal the money. Panic ensues and he embarks on an adventure to get the money back. OR for a darker turn of events, he’d run into someone in the parking lot who would chat him up, maybe ask for a cigarette. He’d reach into his car to get it at which point the antagonist would pull a knife and try to steal the money. Fight scene occurs and either he ends up dead or he ends up killing the other guy which gets him into even more trouble. Could call it “Blood Money.” Haha. I’m a genius, I swear.