Against all Odds
Of all the places I thought I would end up on New Year’s Eve, this bowling alley is somewhere on my list, but not today and certainly not in this predicament.
I had planned another quiet evening. Just a quiet night in front of the small screen, with a glass of wine, or two, and some nibbles.
But you came for me.
Suddenly and noisily.
One moment I was sipping my Pinot Grigio and the next I was surrounded by you and your ‘employees’, masked, dressed in black and brandishing weapons.
You tied me up like a worthless parcel that you wanted rid of, and leant down to fix my gaze when you uttered my sentence.
“Useless shits like you shouldn’t lend money you’re incapable of paying back.”
Your kick with that heavy, steel capped boot, drove all the wind from my lungs and mixed it with the expelled liquid contents of my stomach.
So here I am all trussed and hidden behind the pins, one of which has been stuffed with explosives.
You’d love a strike.
I’d love you to miss completely.
I’m fatally afraid that the odds are not in my favour.
(194 including the introductory words)
Photo prompt : public-domain-images-free-stock-photos-alley-ball-bowl.jpg
Written for Flash Fiction for the Purposeful Practitioner. Week #1- 2016. where the requirements are : Create a 200 word flash story using the photo prompt and the provided first sentence (which is optional). This challenge is organised by Roger Shipp. Thanks Roger!