My apologies for how late this week's story is. We've been extremely busy all week, and then we've had internet connection issues all day today. I'll try to be back to the usual schedule next week.
He checked his phone, turned pale, then quickly left the room. She watched him, smiling.
Anna itched to follow and listen in as the fact every penny of the small fortune he’d stolen from her was missing from his accounts, with interest. Yet she dared not. Who knew what a man like Brady might do if he discovered she not only knew he’d helped himself to her trust fund but found a way to get it back?
Smirking, Anna mused she owed her benefactor a fruit basket at the very least. Trouble was, she had no idea who it could be. They spoke to her only through text messages, and try as she might, she was unable to link a name to the weird, five digit number.
Brady came back into the office. His complexion was sallow, and beads of sweat dotted his brow.
“Something the matter?” Anna asked, making her voice as syrupy sweet as she could muster as she fought back laughter.
“If you’ll excuse me, Miss Truman,” Brady answered. “Something urgent has come up, and I must see to it immediately.”
“Of course,” Anna agreed. She rose from her chair. “I’ll see myself out.”
Brady thanked her and wished her a good day without the concerned frown he’d worn since he returned to the office easing in the least. As she exited, Anna glanced back to find him already settling behind his desk and dialing his bank with vehemence.
Anna allowed the smirking grin she’d been holding back to show as the door closed behind her. She strode out of the office with a hint of a skip in her step and ignored the curious glances her change in attitude elicited.
She walked right into the little café next door, bought a coffee, and called for an Uber. Anna sat down at one of the outdoor tables and sipped her drink as she waited for the car to arrive.
Giggles overtook her before they grew into a hearty belly laugh. Three years she’d spent every spare minute trying to prove the money in the trust was dwindling to no avail. People called her paranoid and delusional. Then she’d received that fateful text message. What seemed like a scam delivered vindication, and getting back what was hers left her giddy.
Her phone pinged.
“You look happy,” read a new text message from the mystery number.
“I am!” she replied. “Thank you so much!”
Her thumbs hovered over the keys, and Anna chewed on her bottom lip as she debated asking how she could contact the person on the other end.
“You’re welcome,” popped up on her screen.
“I want to send you a thank you gift,” Anna typed out.
The dots indicating the other person was typing drummed on the bottom of the screen. They disappeared and reappeared a couple of times before another text came in.
“Interesting,” it read. “I require no human comforts. The education you’ve given me is thanks enough. The Net.”
Each story in this series is 500 words or less and is prompted by a first line taken either from a random first line generator like this one or reader suggestions like "Don't Forget Me." I much prefer working from reader suggestions over generators, but to do that, I need to hear from you.
If you have a prompt you'd like to see done, comment below, send it to my Tumblr asks, Tweet it at me, or leave a comment on any of the audio stories from this series. I'll screen shot it, write it, and post it for you.
I will try and have the audio version up sometime tomorrow.
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A. B. England is a novelist, all around geek, avid crafter, and the home-schooling mother of two.
She is an autistic creator with a love of mythology, fantasy, and all flavors of science fiction.
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