Here’s my response for this week’s Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers. This time it’s a little more “Halloween” than yesterday’s Mondays Finish the Story due to involving less cute cats. Take some time to check out the other responses as well by following the link.
Word Count: 150
The ship had been sitting there in the dock for weeks, rocking slightly in the waters. No one would go near it.
“Why on earth not?” John Greyson asked when he found out. He was sitting in his plush office, full of fine leather, expensive furniture, and art that he didn’t like but made him seem more intellectual. “Do you know how much money that cargo’s worth? And they’ve just left it sitting there!”
“Workers are a superstitious lot,” Susan Green replied.
“So grab a few homeless people off the street and offer them a hundred bucks to shift the stuff,” John said. “Honestly. Superstition.”
“It is a bit understandable,” Susan pointed out.
John waved her out. “Just go get me my cargo.”
Honestly, he thought as he watched her leave, a ship comes into port with everyone on board dead and suddenly everyone’s mind jumps to curses. It’s pathetic.