terryweide
Smarter Than I Look
An attempt to write a story in 250 words for a short, writing challenge. They give you a lead line of the The plan was flawless... and then you write 250 words or less on any subject
The Best Laid Plans
cTerry Weide
The plan was flawless...
Dangling like a spider from strands of nylon, I spun through the web of lasers crisscrossing the floor. Using a diamond cutter, I freed the jewels from their case, stuffed them into the bag at my side and retracted myself upwards, all without sounding any alarm or alerting the guards. Just like the movies—surprisingly easy. Then I was on the roof and running into the night, a shadow among shadows in ninja black clothes.
Two days later, I was in a hotel lounge on the Riviera, drinking champagne with Monica, a blonde heiress who believed I was the son of a wealthy industrialist. What if she truly knew? Would she be shocked? Scandalized? I laughed to myself. Tonight, I was meeting a buyer. Now, however, was the time for pleasure.
“More, Roberto?” Monica asked, noticing my empty glass and reaching for the bottle.
“No, thank you. I’ve had enough and your beauty is more intoxicating than any spirit.” I let my hand brush hers.
Monica blushed. “Perhaps we should retire to my suite.”
I simply smiled.
Afterwards, beneath silk sheets, I awoke--alone. A note was on her pillow.
Roberto,
While you slept, I borrowed the bag with the jewels from your room. Don’t take it badly. All men, even if sophisticated, are easily deceived. After all, I’m a woman. My plan was flawless.
Kisses, Monica. Not my name of course.
Cursing, I crumpled the note. I dressed, left the hotel and disappeared into the crowds, planning my revenge...
The Best Laid Plans
cTerry Weide
The plan was flawless...
Dangling like a spider from strands of nylon, I spun through the web of lasers crisscrossing the floor. Using a diamond cutter, I freed the jewels from their case, stuffed them into the bag at my side and retracted myself upwards, all without sounding any alarm or alerting the guards. Just like the movies—surprisingly easy. Then I was on the roof and running into the night, a shadow among shadows in ninja black clothes.
Two days later, I was in a hotel lounge on the Riviera, drinking champagne with Monica, a blonde heiress who believed I was the son of a wealthy industrialist. What if she truly knew? Would she be shocked? Scandalized? I laughed to myself. Tonight, I was meeting a buyer. Now, however, was the time for pleasure.
“More, Roberto?” Monica asked, noticing my empty glass and reaching for the bottle.
“No, thank you. I’ve had enough and your beauty is more intoxicating than any spirit.” I let my hand brush hers.
Monica blushed. “Perhaps we should retire to my suite.”
I simply smiled.
Afterwards, beneath silk sheets, I awoke--alone. A note was on her pillow.
Roberto,
While you slept, I borrowed the bag with the jewels from your room. Don’t take it badly. All men, even if sophisticated, are easily deceived. After all, I’m a woman. My plan was flawless.
Kisses, Monica. Not my name of course.
Cursing, I crumpled the note. I dressed, left the hotel and disappeared into the crowds, planning my revenge...
