Prompt Courtesy of Velvet Verbosity‘s 100 Word Challenge.
James Gibson stood in the road as the Banker clipped a padlock across the front door and then wrapped a large chain around the front gate and stuck a lock in that too.
The Banker turned and walked towards him. He stuck his soft, scrubbed, plump hand out. ‘No hard feelings and all that,” he said, a weak smile corkscrewed across his face. “Just doing my job, same as anyone.”
Gibson sneered and tried to spit on the man’s oiled moustache, but turned out his mouth was just as dry and dusty and barren as the fields behind the house.