Monday, October 12, 2015

Mad Money

Saturday. 4:00 P.M. Its been a while since I lost my job. I've been doing a few things here and there for a couple of bucks. I had put my name and number on telephone polls and now I sit here, waiting. And by here I mean my basically empty apartment. I should get a roommate.. It is now empty because I've sold basically everything to keep living here. Funny. Phone is ringing!! I scramble to pick it up.
"Hello?" I practically squeal. A deep voice replies. He wants me to meet someone. A man named Hemson Tenths. He says he will arrange the meeting. Little Tokyo. Monday, 3:00. I need to get information. He'll pay me afterwards. He hangs up. I'll admit, this is pretty sketchy, but I need the money. Only money to be made in this town is always doing something questionable. And considering the lack of police force in this town, it won't be close to an issue. For crying out loud, a man was set on fire last week. I'm not even doing anything illegal! 
Monday. 2:35 P.M. I head over because of nerves. And lack of a life. I walk into the restaurant and brush off the rain. I look for a dark seat. The restaurant has poor lighting, so this isn't hard. A man walks up, and introduces himself as Cho. He is short and has lines on his face from smiling too much. He offers me discounted bubble tea while I wait. 
Tenths walks in. I know because who wear a trench coat? 
"Hiya!" he chirps "What's your name? Since you already know mine!" I don't really know what to say, I don't know what I need to know. He goes on saying,  "So, you're blackmailing me yeah? I can't let info like that go unchecked, so here I am! But, what is it you want, huh? Your must want something, or else you wouldn't have called me out here. Is it information? You wanna know something? I'd love to tell you something! You do want to know something right? I bet it's about that dead girl! Oh! I've got a picture on my phone here let me-"
I can't do this. 
"No!" I practically shout. I want to get out of here-this guy is crazy. "I don't want to see a dead child." We sit in silence. "...Your girlfriend." I finally try. "I want to hear about your girlfriend." 
He starts rambling on and on, "Well, I had this one friend from a long time ago who worked at a Beauty Supply store and sold some of her husband's product on the side."
"You were with a married woman?!"
"Wait, so you actually were talking about romantic partners?"
I start getting frantic.
"What else would I be talking about?!"
"I'm sorry lady, but I don't really follow you. Why would you wanna know about that?" 

I'm not good at this. I get up and start collecting my things. I turn around to pick up my umbrella, then I go. 
"Wait a sec, lady." I turn around, annoyed. "You're not gonna tell anyone about what you found out, yeah?"
"Dunno, It's not like you gave me any inclination not to."
"Aw, sweetheart that wasn't a question!" he laughs as he pulls out a small revolver. My heart skips a beat.

 "You wouldn't kill me he-"
"Of course not," the cylinder tumbled open, revealing the empty chambers. "this isn't even loaded. I'm just saying if word gets out about me, I might have to, y'know. Pew pew!"
I nod my head and back out of the store. I thought he was crazy, but not this crazy. I go home, and try not to cry.


  1. This was pretty good! I wanted to say however, that there is some sort of issue with the color of your font at the beginning of your post. It makes it impossible to read without highlighting it.

    1. Thank you! I didn't notice that, I'll change it at once. I just want to say I think you're a great writer