KIDNAPPED (92 words)
In the other room, a wheezing cough grew in intensity, then stopped abruptly. Robert hoped the sufferer had died. He was lying on his side in complete darkness, his hands and feet bound.
Stay quiet, they’d warned. He complied. There was no arguing with the two armed men who pushed him into the back seat of his Chevy at the gas station. Hours later, the soft-spoken one left, leaving behind the fat wheezing one who seemed on the permanent verge of violence.
Robert hoped it wouldn’t come to that. He wasn’t rich.
Bryan,
Am loving your micro fiction, brevity is a tough gig
Geoffrey