Prompts # 84 - 86
Prompt 84: Storm
No one thought she would be the first to walk. No one. Sophie and Nate were Mom and Dad. But storm clouds were gathering.
“Is that really all I am to you?” Sophie’s voice thundered. “Some sort of vending machine for affection you put a little in and get all that you want out? Am I only here for your use?”
“Sophie it’s not like that!” The door flew open with a bang.
“Forget it if I want to be a whore I’ll go back to Paris.” Tears fell like rain.
“Sophie, please…” Nate pleaded. “I love you.” Sophie stopped.
Prompt 85: Life
Her life wasn’t personal, it was strictly business. If she took her life personally, would she work for a guy who tried to see it lived behind bars? Hell no! But she didn’t work for that guy - because she didn’t take her life personally.
Now money, money was personal. Money was worth; it meant a job well done. Approval. Getting paid was a show of faith between two thieves. A sort of honor between the dishonorable. Not getting paid was very personal. Money was worth, faith, and honor. Life wasn’t. That was why life was business but money was personal.
Prompt 86: Triumph
“Check.” The Great Detective was pulled from his musings by a word surprising from a boy of ten. Nero was twelve before he said that word to him. Sherlock studied the board carefully. By job it was true; the white pieces had his black king surrounded. There was nothing he could do. Sherlock beamed and toppled the piece himself.
“That’s my boy.” It was John’s turn to beam, and beam he did.
“It took your father until he was twelve to do that. Now go gloat, let me salvage my pride.” Sherlock laughed proud of his grandson. John left triumphant