
Richard
huddled in his jail cell, pulling brilliant blue duster closely around him. His
secretary Heather had given it to him yesterday during their latest tryst. She called it a new "radioactive color" style. He had been so happy.
Now
he was watching his world disintegrate.
Where had it all gone wrong? He wondered. Surely
everyone in the investment business embezzled
from his clients now and then. It was part of the investment game.
With the untimely arrival of the arrest
warrant, he was for a moment left spellbound. Richard’s
travel carry-on sat by the door, stuffed with one-million dollars and a change
of underwear.
Five more minutes!
Five more
minutes and he would have been out the door, heading to Jamaica.
Bummer.
These underlined and bold words are from a 2015 Wednesday Word challenge.