I lit another cigarette and waited, my eyes fixed on the phone opposite me.
Even though I’d been expecting it the shrill tone of the phone ringing made me jump. I lifted the receiver and listened.
A muffled voice said, “Do exactly what I say and everything will be alright. Twenty thousand in used notes. We’ll tell you where. Involve the police and the lady dies.” Then the phone went dead.
I leant against the wall and slowly finished the cigarette wondering if the lady in question, my wife, was worth twenty thousand pounds.
On balance I decided she wasn’t.
MikeJackson©2017
A 100-word story for Friday Fictioneers.
Photo courtesy of – J Hardy Carroll
Nice story Mike, the kidnappers made a fatal mistake there!
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They did indeed!
Thanks for your comments Iain.
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I’m not sure who I feel sorry for most – the man or his wife. Nicely done, Mike.
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I think the man!
Thanks for your comments Kelvin.
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Oh dear, she seems to have depreciated! Try ten thousand…
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Even at ten thousand I’m not sure he’d pay up.
Thanks for your comments Keith.
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Ahhaaha! What a naughty twist at the end! Brilliant.
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Glad you enjoyed it Varad.
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I love the title! Oh, come on…she’s worth it!
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Are you sure? Twenty thousand pounds is a lot of money.
Thanks for dropping by Sandi.
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I believe anyone’s life is “worth it” but when you start paying kidnappers you’re only asking for more.
The book “Chasing the Sun” tells if a man who bankrupted himself to pay the ransom and when she got home she was most ungrateful. You wonder if he should have left her with them.
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Thanks for your comments Christine.
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Cold-hearted sort of man. Maybe he deserved a wife like her.
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I think you could be right and they were made for each other.
Thanks for your comments.
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Interesting take on the prompt 🙂
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