A disfigured piece of gold lay in her upturned hand. "Take it." She whispered to the man cornering her in an alleyway. "Take the gold. If you want more, I have it."
His greedy eyes widened and he reached a pudgy hand towards it. He snatched it out of her palm, smirking. She smirked as he shivered at the cold metal.
"More?" He nodded and three more appeared in his hand. Her smirk grew as he put it in his pocket and began to convulse.
"Cursed gold. It's cursed gold." She murmured, watching his body twitch as she walked away.
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100 word stories
NouvellesA collection of short stories, all inspired by one word each.
