Perhaps the ‘wicked and lazy’ servant in St Matthew’s Gospel was simply shy like me.

The tattooed fisted men had sauntered into my flat, scattering piles of catalogues. I agreed to hide money for the gang in return for protection. It was a good deal.

I heaved the sullied rucksack to a ruined stone farmhouse. Wrapped securely in polythene bags, the filthy lucre was safe from decaying.

Sitting on rubble, I pondered my options. Mightier men may have found another way, but they do not have my life to live. At least I have the protection of tattooed fists.

This was a 100-word challenge. There is a longer version of this story, but the 100 word version is enough for the blog, I think!


About catherinehume

Catherine Hume: Writer, social care worker and a liver of a life less ordinary.
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