This time, you’re in too deep. Your gambling losses have been mounting and, with a recent ill-advised bet, have put you $50,000 in debt. Your bookie, knowing you don’t have that kind of cash, is willing to wipe your debt clean if you carry out a very dangerous mission for him.
Post your response (500 words or fewer).
The last race and my horse came in last. That was the final straw. My total losses were now $50,000 and were beyond repayment even in my wildest dreams.
I looked for a way out, but I could see Sam, my bookie, and his squad of goons standing right behind me. There was no way to escape.
Wildly I cast around for another way out, but I couldn’t see any. I headed for the ladies room and some time to try and figure out what I was going to do. Sam had already warned me that this time he wasn’t going to let my debt slide and he wanted it in full or he would make an example out of me. Being female wasn’t going to get me out of my fix either he informed me. I had nothing he wanted.
As I grabbed the handle to the ladies room I noticed one of the goons was right behind me. Entering the ladies room I searched frantically to see if there was a window I might be able to crawl out of. I found a small one in the back corner and searched for something to stand on to see if I could open the window and then climb out.
There was a small table. I quickly shoved the stuff off and pushed the table to the window. I climbed up and gave the window a shove. It eventually opened and I climbed up and sat on the ledge letting my legs hang over.
I screamed as hands reached out and pulled me out of the window and set me down on the ground. I was dragged out to see Sam.
“Ms. Jones, just what do you think you are doing?” Sam asked. “I warned you last time I that I was not going to let you slide again. I want my money and I want it now!”
“Sam, please, please, please. There has to be something I can do for you. I don’t have any of it right now.”
“Ms. Jones you are old enough to be my Grandmother,” Sam said. “However, I just got an idea. I have to make a delivery that I just don’t want to do and you would be the perfect person to make the delivery now that I think about it.”
“Oh Sam I will make the delivery for you. Is it dangerous?”
Sam laughed and said it is for me. I felt my heart begin to pound at this, but really what choice did I have.
“Ok Sam I will do it.”
Sam reached into the car and pulled out a gaily wrapped gift.
“Here deliver this to my grandmother. It is a belated birthday gift and she won’t shoot you. As least I don’t think she will,” he said with a smirk.