Challenge
Challenge of the Month XVII: August
You somehow find yourself back in 2019, sitting next to Jeffrey Epstein on the plane before it lands and he's arrested. You know what's coming, but he can't know. Write the ambiance and conversation. Fiction or non-fiction, poetry or Prose. $100 purse to our favorite entry. Outstanding entries will be shared with our publishing partners.
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The Last Time
The jet was at 15k feet, soring into a tropical paradise.
“I’ll have a Jack with lemon,” Epstein said as he brushed his crotch.
“I’ll have the same,” I said. “Thank you for this opportunity. Your covertnesss is untuchable, Mr Epstein, and much appreciated.”
That was Epstein’s biggest lie. He would tell if he needed to.
Jeffrey took a big sip. “Your flavor? I mean after we land.”
The plane decended. We could see large fish a mile from the island in the clear waters.
I could not answer that question so I said, “Metal. Cuffs. Humiliation.”
He said, “No problem.”
“Can I really ‘hurt’ them?”
“You paid the price, sure.”
Epstein exited the jet for the last time.