Do you have it?

by Poppy Angel

This is a very short interpretation fan fiction: You can imagine whatever you want to about it- there is no right or wrong way to interpret what is going on in this scene. What the history of the characters are, what happens next etc...

"Do you have it?" He growled right up close to my face. He was so close that I could see mashed up pieces of potato and salad dangling from his blackened, rotting teeth. The smell of his breath was overpowering.

"Have…what?" I stammered- almost choking on the foul air being breathed on my face.

"Oh, I think you know what I mean!" The man's filthy hand griped me tighter.

"No, no sir I don't" I lied, evidently unconvincingly.

"I thought we had an agreement?" The man continued. "I'd thought you understood what was expected of you?"

"I'm sorry s-sir; I'll do better next time. I promise!" I somehow knew that pleading with the man wasn't going to help. I could barely keep hold of the sack I held in my hand because I was shaking so much. I didn't notice anything that was around me, all that seemed to exist in the world at that moment was his two bright, green, beady eyes staring into mine- just inches away from my face.

"That's what they all say." He smiled menacingly as he said this, as if he knew what I was going to do next, as if he knew everything about me. "Well sunshine," he snarled, "I don't think there's going to be a next time."