A/N: Written for the Diversity Writing Challenge, A46 – 100 word drabble.
Money Time Bomb
The clock was ticking.
Her fingernails scratched against the glass. A futile effort; they slid off the smooth cold surface – a surface colder than her shaking heart.
Inside, through the fog of her desperate breath growing ever thicker, she could see him. Sweating, eyes darting around as though half-mad – but what did that all matter? He was going to win. He was going to take all that money and leave her knee-high in debt.
Her tears were not moving him. The fog, that unseeing veil between them, was thick already and growing steadily thicker with desperation.
The clock was ticking.