The Sting

Reads: 164  | Likes: 3  | Shelves: 1  | Comments: 1

  • Facebook
  • Twitter
  • Reddit
  • Pinterest
  • Invite

More Details
Status: Finished  |  Genre: Mystery and Crime  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: March 25, 2020

A A A | A A A

Submitted: March 25, 2020

A A A

A A A


The Sting

Gail D Prentice

As the sun set, the shadows that were cast across the floor of the train terminal grew grotesquely out of proportion.  As people scurried from the train on their homeward trek from work, it seemed to be a day just like any other.

Esther and Claude stood all alone in the bustling crowd in deep conversation, oblivious to the crowd that seemed to be avoiding them.

“I don’t want you to work with this man Claude,” Esther began, “He has such a bad reputation, and this could be very bad for your career.”

“Mom,” Claude began to explain, “Mr. Capone has had a lot of bad press lately and this could be the launch to my legal career that I have been searching for the last five years.

“Beside that, I am working alongside…” Claude paused, “I don’t have time for debate, I need to board the train.”

“Promise me that you’ll be cautious,” Esther spoke softly as she clutched her handkerchief tightly.  “I can’t lose you.  I lost my husband and one son to the war.  You are all that I have left.  I can’t lose you also.”

“I’ll be very cautious, Mom.  But I have to go now.”

An ordinarily dressed man approached from Claude’s rear and asked, “Mr. Reasoner?”

“Yes,” Claude turned on his heels.

“My name is Oscar Mills.  Mr. Capone is on the train and waiting for you.”

“I must go now, Mom.  I wish I could tell you more, but attorney-client privilege prohibits that, and you know it,” Claude responded his mother somewhat sharply.  “I know what I am doing.”

“Shall we go?” Oscar said as he coaxed Claude along by the arm.  “Mr. Capone does not like waiting.”

As the two men made their way across the pavilion into the boarding tunnel, four men, also carrying large briefcases turned toward the tunnel as well and followed about thirty feet behind.

The crowd in the pavilion had almost completely departed.  The heavy cigarette smoked air, hung heavy as Esther watched the sun streak through the haze.  With a heavy heart, she watched as they all disappeared in the distance.  There just seemed to be something amiss.  She could feel it in her bones, her spirit was troubled.

A young woman approached her straight from the front and addressed her.  “Mrs. Reasoner, may, I have a word?”

Esther jumped as if she had been shot.  “My goodness young lady, you startled the dickens out of me.  You shouldn’t sneak up on an elderly lady like that!”

“I just wanted you to know that Mr. Ness is watching over Claude and wants you to know that he is going to be just fine.”


© Copyright 2020 Gail-D-Prentice. All rights reserved.

  • Facebook
  • Twitter
  • Reddit
  • Pinterest
  • Invite

Add Your Comments:

Comments

More Mystery and Crime Short Stories

Booksie 2020 Flash Fiction Writing Contest
Cover for contest - Life In The Time Of Coronavirus Story Project

Booksie Popular Content

Other Content by Gail-D-Prentice

The Sting

Short Story / Mystery and Crime

The Officer's Son

Short Story / Mystery and Crime

This Posting Competes in:

Booksie 2020 Flash Fiction Writing Contest

Popular Tags