“Whatever it takes,” he nodded to himself. “Can’t be weighed down with concerns about others. Won’t get anywhere like that.” His eyes strayed to the golden shimmer that was splayed next to the red counter. It was a number larger than anyone had ever had. But not enough. It was never enough. He always needed more. Because stopping meant losing. Stopping meant someone would catch up.
There was a chime. The number flickered. Six billion nine hundred million ninety-nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine. His smile widened. The golden number ticked upwards. He glanced back at the red numbers. He had done it. No one would ever be as rich as he was. He was the ultimate. He had everything. The freedom to do whatever he wanted, the power to control the world.
Almost. The numbers leered. There was more. There was still more he could do. His movements stilled. He stared at the golden numbers that beamed his pride and obsession. Almost.
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A small excerpt of a flash fiction I am working on. Exploring the depths of greed.
anxiously awaiting the next part!
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I’m glad you’ve enjoyed it so far!
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I quickly get caught in your words and images just appear in my head. Great writing!
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Thank you!
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Reblogged this on wwwpalfitness.
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I can’t wait to read the story in it’s entirety!
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I’m glad you’ve enjoyed it so far! I hope the rest does not disappoint.
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This is such a good commentary on greed. Can’t wait to read the whole story. You do a wonderful job of painting images with your words.
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Thank you! I’ll definitely post when the rest is available to read!
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