At the party, Ashton once again found himself in the company of the fox. Their brief conversation three days earlier had piqued Ashton's curiosity and he had wondered if he might cross paths with the fantastic creature once more.
Tonight Ashton was beginning to feel as though the fox was following him - had singled him out for some reason or another. Regardless, the fox's offer was too enticing, too delicious not to consider seriously.
"And you say more money than I would know how to spend?"
"Yes," agreed the fox.
"And I would command the respect of even the most powerful of men?"
"Without question," assured the fox.
"And the most beautiful women would come to me, want to be with me, desire me?"
"Definitely," guaranteed the fox.
"But what is the, as they say, 'catch' to your offer?" Ashton probed. "Surely there must be something you would ask in return."
"Very little, friend. All I ask is you remember who it was that helped you. And when the time comes, when the time is right, I may come to you again and ask a favor, and you will remember this moment and you will reciprocate."
"But what kind of favor might you ask?" inquired Ashton nervously.
"Not to worry. It will be, I am sure, quite in the future and you will have much to do before then. Trust me, friend."
"What shall I do to agree? How should we make our arrangement official?"
"Just have this drink with me," coaxed the fox.
"Peculiar color, eh?" observed Ashton as he brought the cool glass to his greedy lips.
3 comments:
Oh ho! Well done! Quite entertaining and witty. Even charming, in a dark, disturbing way. I love it!
--Dana
Your sly fox is sure to get a NO from this chicky... didn't Ashton know you NEVER DRINK THE COOLAID NO MATTER HOW ENTICING TEH CULT SOUNDS!!! Ugh, poor poor Ashton.
Very nice Meghan,
I was drawn in, and I didn't stray until it was over. I want to read more, which I hear is the key to good writing. I heard Ashton's English accent in my head as well. Excellent job.
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