Short Stories From Prompts

Coffee, Black.

I arrived at a large office building, a travel cup of black coffee in my hand. I had gotten an email regarding the opening they had and was going in for an interview. The email had been vague, maybe they had several openings and didn't want to list them all. At least that's what I told myself. The receptionist pointed me towards her boss's office, informing me that I would need to dispose of my joe. I chugged the rest of the coffee and tossed the cup in a small wastebasket. The receptionist raised an eyebrow at me, then continued typing at a rapid speed for someone with such long fingernails.
I entered the interviewer's office and he told me to have a seat.
"Hello there," the man said. His nameplate said Sid Griffin. "I'm going to ask you a few questions and then we're going to do some paper work and I'll have you on your way." I found this man much too cheerful, and was weary of how I responded to him.
"Yes sir. I'm ready." I felt like this sounded more awkward than I intended it to, but oh well.
After he asked me a few basic questions, had me fill out a few forms, and straightened his tie exactly 11 times, Sid typed a few things into his computer.
"Alright, it turns out that I can actually tell you your results now," Mr. Griffin cleared his throat. "Would you be willing to be our correspondent at an upcoming conference in Miami?"
I didn't have to think very hard about my response. Leaving the cold, busy city to visit the warm beach and get payed for it? I'll take that.
"Of course," I said. "Sounds wonderful."
"Great," Sid typed a few more things in, and a printer in the corner of the room that I hadn't noticed before fed out a piece of paper. Sid got up and grabbed it off the printer. "This is your boarding pass. It'll get you to Miami and back, so don't lose it." Mr. Griffin had gotten a bit more stiff, but seemed to realize it because his perky smile popped back up in seconds.

I figured out as I got ready to board my flight that I was going to be in first class, which I had never experienced before. First class was called up first, and I was the only one who approached the boarding woman. I handed her my pass, remembering Sid's face when he had said 'don't lose it.' I walked into the tunnel leading to the plane, and as I turned the corner, a black figure grabbed, gagged, and blindfolded me.

I awoke with a blindfold over my eyes, a gag in my dry mouth, and my wrists and ankles tied. I wriggled a little, and a hand grabbed my gag, untying the tight knot.
A female voice spoke. "Is there anything I can get you to make your flight more enjoyable?"
"Coffee, black."