February 20, 2015

Georgia - A Short Piece Turned Novel

Sometimes the short story pieces I write tend to get lost in the shuffle world of blogging or simply get deleted because the company no longer needs to promote a product or service. However, I tend to save  the best pieces that come out of those, knowing someday I will turn it into a novel. Georgia was one of those:


~ Georgia ~


       Georgia took the prepaid visa card out of her wallet and handed it to the cashier. The faster she could get out of this place, the faster she would be back home safe and sound in her apartment. If it hadn't been for that damned teenage kid she'd hired to run her errands, she wouldn't be in this mess in the first place.

She had too much on her plate and didn't need another distraction to delay her next job. She watched the puzzled look on the cashier's face as she handed the card back to her and said, "I'm sorry, but your balance says zero dollars. Would you like to add funds to the card?"

Georgia shook her head in response to the cashier's question and let out a heavy sigh. She hated using a prepaid, but it was the only way she couldn't be traced and she expected all of her clients to honor her prepay request. This client apparently hadn't. And it didn't take much knowledge to know it meant he wasn't going to pay her for this job.

Georgia's bitterness turned to anger as she walked away without a word to the cashier and headed out of the store. No one bailed on payment. No one. And the teenage kid tied up in the trunk of her car was proof enough of that. She just hoped no one could smell his fresh dead corpse from the blasted heat wave.

She had one last stop to make before she finalized her job with the client. He would regret his greed. But first, she needed to pay a visit to the Nursing uniforms Store. She needed a uniform to dispose of the kid's body. It would be no easy task, but it had to be done. She would have to take the body to the morgue and she couldn't very well walk into the hospital dressed as she was.

Then, once she disposed of the kid, she could focus on disposing of her client and move on to the next job. Or maybe she would just take a much needed break. After all, she deserved it.
The client she was looking for worked in the Materials Manager Jobs department on the third floor of the building. She rarely met with clients face to face unless there was a problem, and this was a problem.

She waited for his secretary to head to lunch and then stepped into his office. He wasn't there and the stack of papers that had accumulated on his desk indicated he hadn't been there for at least a few days.She should have known. He'd hired someone to do his dirty work and hadn't bothered to pay up. He wasn't going to be hanging around a place where he could be found.



Joy Smith also known as The Insane Writer, is the author of the Sci-Fi novel, The Generation. You can email her at silent_beautie@yahoo.com She can also be found on Twitter @theinsanewriter.


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