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| The seven sins challenge |
Day 3's microfic. Dear me, I am mean to my poor sinners, aren't I?
Investment Plan
The stacks of money make the rooms smell musty, their coating of dust an attack on the sinuses of the unwary. Samuel revels in the itch and the sneezes as he lives in the tunnels between the piles.
Another year and the case will be closed, and he can start spending. The paper will become property; solid and profitable and his. He will leave this collapsing hovel and buy an apartment by the beach in Spain.
He sweats in the sunshine of his dreams as the lights sputter and short and the stacks begin to burn.
Great take on "he has money to burn!" I like the cliffhanger ending, particularly and the juxtaposition between the present and the dream, following by the Dark Moment. Neatly structured and in just 100 words!
ReplyDeleteI am not completely sure but as he was sleeping is the sunshine in his dream the fire around him... is he burning alive with his money? What an image. Great work.
ReplyDeleteNice. I thought he might be crushed by the stacks but I like the fire.
ReplyDeleteWell done.
HMG
You are mean to your sinners, but that's one of my favorite things about yours. There is something cathartic about an appropriate end for a sinner. I love the idea of him living in the tunnels in his money though, because that sounds really fun--I could just as well do it with snow or books or something though.
ReplyDeleteWow. What a great ending. Shows the repercussions of the sin perfectly.
ReplyDeleteGood job!
Remind me never to stack piles of money in my house.
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