FFftPP – The Drop Off

I have been driving around this park for half an hour. They told me to put the money in the trash bin at Bird Park but this is the middle of nowhere and there are four trash bins. I don't know what to do.

They have my wife and if I don't give them $50,000 by 4:00 this afternoon they will kill her.

Granted, there have been times I thought I would like to kill her myself, but those were only during our heated arguments. She always has to have the last word. She gets puffed up over the smallest things. She degrades me all the time. She even takes control of the remote.

You know, on second thought, I'm going to take this money and have a vacation in Costa Rica. They can have her.

This is my submission for the flash fiction challenge, Flash Fiction for the Purposeful Practitioner, hosted by Roger Shipp. He gives us a photo prompt and approximately 200 words with which we create our stories. Everyone is invited to participate. To read other stories submitted for this challenge, click here.

 

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115 thoughts on “FFftPP – The Drop Off

  1. Nice turnaround. I felt the narrator’s panic in the beginning – how could they not specify which of the four bins? – and you took me along nicely on his change of heart. Nicely done, PJ!

  2. Too funny!! My friends are vacationing in Costa Rica right now! Wish I was there : ) But he better be careful! The kidnappers might have decided to let her go, for maybe she drove them crazy and she may hunt him down and find him living it up in Costa Rica! LOL!

  3. Lol, I agree with Terri, I have to scroll done for *ages* before I can place my comment. Another great story. Very enjoyable. Spousal logic is often disjointed!

  4. Hahaha! “Mine! The remote’s all mine!” I can hear him screaming in delight from a distance. Great story PJ! πŸ˜€ πŸ˜€ πŸ˜€

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