Poems And Other Adventures

Another Perspective

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This is a part of a story I'm thinking of expanding. I got it from this dialogue prompt on Pinterest.⬇️
“ How much for that?” I asked the merchant, nodding to MY sword hanging on the wall.
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"How much for that?" I asked the merchant, nodding to MY sword hanging on the wall.
“It’s not for sale.” The man says gruffly.
I stare at him in disbelief, not wanting to believe him.
“But, it has to be? Why is it not?”
“That sword cost my men too much to just give away for a few million dollars. No way am I giving it up now.”
“Million?” I shout, “I can tell you right now that that sword has no more value than a toothpick.” I was lying. He was totally right about the value of it, but no way I’m telling him that! I need it, and very soon, too.
“No way in heck. You have no proof of that statement and you are starting to tick me off, so could you leave my store now before things get worse for you?” the Merchant says, glaring at me the whole time.
“I-I can give you proof! Just take it off the wall and I’ll show you.”
“No way! You’ll probably run of with it the second I hand it to you.” He was right, I was totally going to steal it.
“Look, I can one hundred percent rove it to you if it’s up close. If you really don’t trust me, duct tape my hands together.”
He finally looked interested. I could see the indecision in his eyes. I had planted a seed, telling him it had no value. Now, he had just enough doubt in his mind, he decided to go through with it. I could see the second he decided. In that moment, it was already to late for him.
“ Fine. Stay right there.”
He walked off into the back room of the building, probably to find some tape. But, no one else was in the store. Now, was my chance.
I jumped over the table and grabbed the sword off the wall. I hurried and checke to be sure that it was actually mine and not some phony knock off. I was elated to find that I had finally found my sword.
I could hear the footsteps of the merchant, as he made his was back from the back. I jumped back  over the counter and ran for the exit. I got on my motorbike and drove off as fast a I possibly could. I finally did it. I could finally kill the ‘Hero’. “I hate his guts so much”, I thought.  I’m so happy he’ll finally be dead. All I have to do is find him.