His words wounded me deep. So ungrateful. He wouldn’t accept it, even as a gift. Of course, paying off my debt was never mentioned at all.
I used to look up to him. “He taught me everything I know,” I used to say.
Him turning his back on me like that changed me somehow. Nothing mattered no more. Not my life. Nothing.
So that very night I buried it deep on the side of his goddamned house. Chances are nobody’d find it, but if they did it’d be on him.
But I marked it, in case he changed his mind.
Like the twist at the end! Good job!
What an intriguing story! My mind conjured up all sorts of scenarios. Was he a professor, and the main character a student? What was the gift? The mind shudders.
Well-written tale that chills!
I really, really like the way you write.
Fathoms deep with an intriguing mystery. Great story.
This leaves so many questions unanswered.
Great intrigue
Great story 🙂
Crisp and bang on…
Oh, what an intriguing story. I like how vague it is, left me imagining all sorts of things.
Ha! Great twist on the prompt! Love this!
He’s not burning his bridges then? Very intriguing story. Leaves me wanting more.
That last line..wow, poignant.
Oh what a twisted character. Revenge just drips from him.