Short Story

Golden Boy

Last week the three prompts from aooga at OLWG #390 were
1) I can’t touch the ground; 2) a bar that’ll give me credit and
3) haunted wind chimes. Using two of Kevin’s fabulous images
from No Theme Thursday for further inspiration, this is my story.

© Kevin @ No Theme Thursday

Smoked that last stump of a cigarette right down to the end; burned my fingers and mouth in the process but I didn’t give a damn; there’s no way of knowing how long before I’ll have another. Shit, I’ve been in some mind-blowing situations before but none quite like this. Twelve hours ago I was flying so high on the dream of a no lose caper, my feet couldn’t touch the ground. Should have remembered what my old man used to say about things being too good to be true. Damn, if he wasn’t right! There I was, Golden Boy. Everything was going my way. One after the other, every little detail fell into place and the possibility of hundreds of millions of dollars in uncut diamonds had become a very real thing. Then I had to lay eyes on her … the kind of signorita any hot-blooded man would walk through fire for. Yeah, she was gorgeous but it’s her voice that’s stuck in my brain like the sound of a thousand haunted wind chimes. And what makes this even worse is I knew she was going to fuck up the greatest scam I had going and I let it happen. How could I have been so incredibly stupid? My Ma used to say “love is blind”; well, this wasn’t love, Ma … no, far from it … but it had a hold on me like nothing I ever felt before. I blew it, royally. I had it all … literally everything at my fingertips. Now I can’t even find a bar that’ll give me credit. So here I sit in a stinking Colombian jail, cursing myself, my rotten luck and most of all, my lack of self-control. But the sickest part is, for her I’d do it all over again.

© Kevin @ No Theme Thursday

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