“It's hammer time!”
Bob the
Builder* #quote
Went to my card
game thing today, it was funtastic. Anyway onto the flash fiction!
Coins
The businessman
walked on an ocean of coins that streched into the distance. He tried
digging into the coins to see if there was a bottom, but six hours of
trying led nowhere. So he walked, trying to find something besides
coins. He slipped less after the first few days, a certain kind of
finesse was needed to walk on the coins. The air was filled with the
smell of rust and nowhere was comfortable for him to sleep. His feet
often bled after he walked.
After a few
weeks of travel he realized he couldn't die from exposure or
starvation. The coins rattled beneath him on a night when a nickel
colored moon hung in the sky.
“Walk far
enough and you'll find the door out. That's how your personalized
circle of hell works. It's just like jail, serve your time and you're
out. Except unlike when you were alive you can't hire fancy lawyers
to get yourself out of your crimes and pin it on someone else,” when the demonic voice talked
to him the ocean of coins rattled. The voice laughed,
“Coins. Fitting for
charity embezzler isn't it? Have fun with the rest of your redemption.”
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