A gentle breeze blew down the narrow street. Two men, one sporting a tweed flat cap, the other sans chapeau, sat drinking tea at a small table outside the best Chinese restaurant in Amsterdam.
“So then, you have the flash drive?” asked René.
“I do. And you?” questioned Donal.
The cap wearing man produced a small laptop, opened it and began typing. After a few moments he turned the screen to his companion.
“As you can see, the funds have been transferred into your account.”
Donal slipped his hand across the table leaving a small, rectangular device in front of René, which disappeared into René‘s coat pocket.
“And so our business is concluded,” René proclaimed with a cough.
Donal smiled. “And now I’ll have that drive back. You’ll have no need of it in a few minutes when the toxic cocktail I slipped into your tea finishes its job.”
René glared at Donal through bulging eyes. The words of his father filled his head as he slumped forward. “Never trust an Irishman.”
Word Count: 172
[Author’s note: I have nothing but love for the Irish as much of my family hails from the Emerald Isle, but it was fun to take a poke at them.
This was my entry into this weeks flash fiction challenge for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers hosted by Priceless Joy. Write a short story of 150 words or less (+ or – 25 words) inspired by the photo prompt provided.]
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This story is wonderful! Love it! And I too have the upmost respect for Irishmen.
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Thanks PJ.I thought I had a completely different story to tell when Rene and Donal showed up and took the spotlight. I suspect neither of them would appreciate the attention their meeting is getting. 🙂
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LOL! Great story!
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I absolutely love this tale. I would say one thing about the Irish, you can never drink one under a table!
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Too true Angie. I wouldn’t dare to try. 🙂 Thank you.
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Excellent story! I can see the scene very clearly.
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Thank you!
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I can’t even imagine what it’s like being told you’re going to die in a few minutes and then having to sit there waiting for it to happen. Great story!
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That’s a good point. Knowing your death may be only minutes away is something that’s hard to really process. I think of Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom. The normally cool headed Indie panicked a bit when he found he’d been poisoned. Thanks for the comment. 🙂
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Great story. Very fast paced and exciting. But it seemed like he was not smart enough to outwit the guy helping him. Nothing wrong with an Irishman until he kills you .
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Lol… Words to live by. “Nothing wrong with an Irishman until he kills you.” Thanks Mandibelle. I appreciate your comment. Glad you liked it.
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Very deadly twist in the tail of the scorpion ~ Well written 🙂 I’ll never say. “What”s your Poison?” when offering a drink to someone again.
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Lol… Good point, John. Glad you liked it. Thanks for the comment.
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Donal is one Irishman you definitely shouldn’t cross! I wonder what’s on that flash drive that makes it so valuable…? Great story. 🙂
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Thanks Louise! I’m glad you liked it. Great photo for the prompt. I had fun writing that.
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