Timing Is Everything #flashfiction

Worple? What’s up?’

‘Bloody director’s shutting us down unless we find the funds independently.’

Norotkin sighed; they’d cracked time travel, they both knew it yet the bloody man wanted more proof. ‘How many more trips?’

‘One, then we’re history.’ Worple absorbed the coffee absently, then looked at his colleague. ‘Plan B?’

‘I suppose,’ the Russian said reluctantly.

While Norotkin headed for his uncle’s auction house, Worple opened the fancy dress box and suited and booted himself, before powering up the Teleport 97. ‘Hope this works,’ he muttered.

#

‘Ivan? What now?’

‘My colleague, Worple. He has inherited some paintings. He’d like you to sell them.’

‘Really? Are they any good?’

#

Worple pushed the Teleport behind the hawthorn and exited the Bois de Boulonge in a hurry. By his calculation, he had two hours before the Artists Salon met. First though the Banque de la Republic.

#

‘How many?’

‘Ten. I think. Never been seen before.’

‘How did his godfather get them?’

Norotkin shuffled slightly. ‘A little bit uncertain, uncle.’

The older man smiled. ‘That is why you come to me! Of course, I may have one or two interested people but this will be a private sale, yes?’

#

Worple hadn’t robbed a bank before and, but for 22nd Century tazers he wouldn’t have done it now. Still he had more than enough money and just enough time. Pushing open the Salon door, he steadied himself and smiled. Let’s hope, he thought, that his French didn’t sound too weird.

#

‘I’ve called Grobolmann and Stendest. Good men. Good prices. How long…?’

Norotkin checked his internal clock. ‘Twenty UTs, uncle.’

#

Worple thought open the door; faces turned and waited while he laid out his prizes. The cooing and ohhing lasted a minute before Grobolmann touched the Lautrec. ‘It’s still wet.’

About TanGental

My name is Geoff Le Pard. Once I was a lawyer; now I am a writer. I've published four books - Dead Flies and Sherry Trifle, My Father and Other Liars, Salisbury Square and Buster & Moo. In addition I have published two anthologies of short stories, Life, in a Grain of Sand and Life in a Flash. More will appear soon, including a memoir of my mother's last years. I will try and continue to blog regularly at geofflepard.com about whatever takes my fancy. I hope it does yours too. These are my thoughts and no one else is to blame. If you want to nab anything I post, please acknowledge where it came from.
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12 Responses to Timing Is Everything #flashfiction

  1. Charli Mills says:

    There’s a menacing undertone that builds in each segment as if we are to expect a dangerous moment. You had me riveted and I want to turn the next page…

    Liked by 1 person

  2. Ritu says:

    Loved it His Geoffleship!

    Liked by 1 person

  3. Worple 🙂 I love that name!! Such inconvenience that oils take so long to dry…….

    Liked by 1 person

  4. Widdershins says:

    The devil’s in the details! 😀

    Liked by 1 person

  5. robbiecheadle says:

    This is very novel, Geoff.

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