This is the 90th in a series of 365 Flash Fiction stories I’m writing. You can find out more about the challenge here.
Race Track, by Jonathan L. Lawrence, 1st March 2013
Word count: 998
Info: a few days late with this one, playing catch up. Bish bash bosh, here they come….
“This is the Pagani Huayra,” the salesman said, “It’s as fast as you could possibly want, and it’ll do fourteen miles per gallon, which is pretty good for a super car.”
“Hmm,” the man in the expensive suit said, “Does it come in black?”
“Of course,” the salesman said with a smile.
“Great, I’ll take it,” the man said.
“Let’s go do the paper work,” the man said with a smile, imagining the commission.
He was a little shocked when the man presented him with a bag of euros, but he gracefully accepted the payment, after verifying it was real.
The paperwork took an hour, but the man drove out of the exclusive dealership, in one of the world’s most exclusive sports cars. The dealer waved good bye and went off to arrange a security van collection for the money,
The man in the Pagani Huayra meanwhile was pulling into a warehouse.
“Good you got it, any trouble?” an attractive young woman asked.
“For this much money, few questions asked,” the man said climbing out of the car.