Death and Coffee; A Writing Prompt Story

This week, I'm all over the place. I was in Madison with my bestie over the weekend. Monday was a fiasco trying to figure out a rental car (which failed and could be a whole blog post by itself). Tuesday was spent at a morning interview, then the remainder of the day was spent in the car. Wednesday I spent on my grandmothers couch trying to come up with a good idea for this weeks post, and falling short. I don't have my laptop, sketchbook, or even a pad of lines paper with me. Thursday was my dress fitting, and some other things. Today I decided to find a writing prompt and just use my phone to write based on that. It took a while, but I eventually found some useful writing resources. I settled on urilizing two separate Apps on my phone. The first is Flash Fiction. Which is a writing prompt creator, the second is name dice, which I think is pretty self explanatory. Today's prompt was this: Character- mythological creature, Setting- Starbucks, Plot- a character is selling company secrets. The following is what I came up with, base on that. It wasn't written consecutively. I added to it at different points the ought the day, when I had some down time. Anyways; 

"Thanks again for meeting with me. I really appreciate what you're doing here."

"You're paying me for this." Said Amos (Wade). "Don't press your luck. I haven't actually told you anything... Do you how many laws we're breaking?"

"You're breaking." Holden (Meyers) pointed out. "Which is why I mentioned how much I appreciate this. Now, if you don't mind..." Holden was next in line to order his coffee. He ordered for himself and Amos retrieved their cups and found a more secluded corner of the oh so popular coffee shop. 

The two men sat across from each other without speaking for a long while. To any passer by, they were two ordinary men sitting in a Starbucks. One was average height, average face, average weight... Average everything. Not someone you'd remember after seeing him. Just another body in a crowd. His counterpart, however, was incredibly short, with an amazingly bushy beard. His beard was well manicured. And his clothes were of a finer quality, but there was something off about him. His eyes were shifty, he seemed rather on edge. 

After they'd sipped at their drinks and about sized each other up, Amos breathed out deeply. 

"Mr. Meyers. I do hope that you have my payment with you, because I promised a doozy, and that's just what I plan to deliver." 

Holden nodded his head aNd opened his hands, palms up, waiting for Amos to continue. But Amos did not continue, he merely glared At the taller man, waiting for some other verbal response. Holden sighed and smiled. 

"Of course I've brought your payment." He reached into his breast pocket and pulled out a rather thick envelope and set it down On the table, resting his hand atop it. Amos licked his lips and eyed the envelope. "I assure you, it's all there. But you do understand that I cannot hand this enormous amount of money over to a dwarf based solely on him meeting me to tell me his secrets. Oh no! I hope you do not misunderstand me. It's just that dwarves are not always keepers of their words where money is in question... At least that's what I hear. Now if you don't mind; what is it that I am paying you for?"

Amos scowled at Holden. He didn't like what the man had said, but he couldn't disagree with him either. 

"Fine." Amos leaned forward in his seat, Holden did likewise. "Have you ever heard of the kingdom of Thor?" 

"Thor? As in mythological Thor? The one depicted in all those Marvel movies? The Thor littered in pop culture?" Amos nodded slowly. "Yes, I know of him, but his kingdom? Not exactly." 

Amos rolled his eyes. "It's not his kingdom. It's just named after him. Sort of. I mean it was his, but after the all that stuff with his brother and how he handled it, we'll, lets just say he's not around anymore..." 

Holden. Cut him off. "What do you mean he's not around anymore? Did Loki win?" 

Amos scowled again. "Now, Mr. Meyers. I did not come here to discuss hear say, legend and myth with you. I am here to sell you the truth. If you can't button your beak for one gal darn minute I'm going to have to keep my secrets to myself, or sell them to another bidder. Do I make myself clear?" Holden nodded. The entire coffee shop was silent. Amos had spoken too loudly. 

After a few moments the hum of the place picked up once again, Amos lowered his head and his voice, and leaned in close again. "The king is dead." He whispered. "The elves are taking over, and the new man in charge is called Hunter Reeves. I don't know much about what they manufacture there anymore, but if the rumors are true, and what I've seen for myself is valid, then everyone's dreams are about to get a lot more scary. They may even..." He shifted his glance and Holden leaned in so close they were almost touching. "Cause a few... Deaths." 

Amos leaned back in his seat, and Holden lingered where he was a moment, a bewildered look on his face. 

"I can't really say more than that. I don't have any more facts today. But if you give me time, I can figure out something else for you." He took a gulp of his coffee. "I wouldn't go poking my head around just yet though." Holden was sitting more normal now, he was still hunched forward, trying to take in what the dwarf was saying. "Hunter is a very careful man, elf, guy. He is making sure to cover his tracks pretty well... Are you not feeling well Mr. Meyers? You're kind of pale. You constipated? Sometimes if I drink too much coffee on an empty stomach, I get a wee bit constipated." 

Holden sat back slowly. "Forgive me for my ignorance, but what exactly is the kingdom of Thor? I thought it would be a city or something." Amos guffawed. "But it sounds like it's something else. Would you mind explaining that to me first and foremost?" 

"Why, they manufacture and deliver dreams." Amos stood and gathered himself to leave. "I really must be going now. I've given you all I can for now. If you don't mind..." Holden mechanically handed him the envelope without moving much more. Amos accepted it, thanked the man and left. Holden sat for a long time unmoving. Suddenly, Holden slumped over in his chair, his face hit hard on the table and the rest of his coffee spilled. The patrons at a table nearby noticed the man lying there with his eyes opened and screamed. Holden was dead.