An Offer

“I will make you an offer you can’t refuse.”

His tone was grim and menacing. He had seen ‘Godfather’ at least ten times and he firmly believed that he looked and sounded like ‘Michael Corleone’.

“Out with it.” I tried to be as polite as I could be. He had often treated me with utter contempt; or so I thought.  But I could already sense what he was going to say.

“Think very carefully before you chose to refuse my offer. I would not take any blame for the consequences of your refusal.”

He did his best to scare me with his sinister looks.

“You are being too dramatic. Now don’t waste my time.” I tried to pretend that I was not impressed by his performance.

“Well, this is my offer, if you agree to complete all my pending assignments of Physics I will let you play guitar in my band but only for one week. But if you refuse to do so I will tell mama that you had been …..”

“I accept your offer.” I had almost shouted for, from the corner of my left eye, I had seen mama entering our room.

“I knew that, sensible as you are, you won’t refuse.” He tried to give me a cold smile.

I gave him a dirty stare but I knew that he had again pulled a faster one on me.

It is hard being a younger brother, even if one is younger by a few minutes only.

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A post for Two Shoes Tuesday

Word prompts-offer, out

Offer

It had an electric effect on him. Even though he was confident of getting a decent offer, he did not imagine that he would get such an unbelievable offer. He ran to the nearest phone.

When he was finally able to speak to his father he just could not find the right words. He knew that his father was passionate about his brilliant future. But even he would get a shock.

“I got an offer today,” he tried to make it as simple as possible.

“It must be good,” there was a tinge of apprehension in the voice.

“Yes,…. they are offering me two hundred thousand dollars.”

“……”

“But I would have to go to London,” he said hesitantly.

“How much is that in our currency,” father had found his words.

“About a million per month,” he said, almost meekly.

That was perhaps the amount his father would have earned thus far. He had managed to marry his two sisters, one daughter and bring him up as well. He was brilliant, no doubt, but father had to sacrifice a lot to ensure that he realized his destiny.

“I will accept it on one condition; you have to come with me to London.”

Father laughed; it was a hearty laugh.  He could not see but he could feel the tears running down the aging cheeks.

“You want to uproot us at this age in our life; no, don’t be a fool; just accept it right now and be with us for some days before you leave for London. Now I must go and tell your mother. She is the one who sacrificed the most; don’t ever forget that.”

Exactly three months later he reached London. It was the day when a group of terrorists, known for their violent and savage acts, attacked the airport killing fifty travellers who had just arrived.

A post for Three Word Wednesday

Word prompts- electric, passionate, savage

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