Thursday, 28 April 2016

Blood Money

The only sound the followed was a single coin dropping to the hard wood floor and then rolling for a moment, before falling heads up.

Her face ran through a variety of emotions, most of them negative, before settling on pained shock. The question was as obvious as it was unsaid.

I licked my lips, trying to find a way to explain myself and my actions that she would understand. Eventually, I settled on the truth.

“My memory is as long as his pockets are deep.”

I gathered up her silver before I handed over her body for my gold.

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