She said whoever buys her a watch gets to go all the way. She said it had to have jewels, be Swiss made, and have a steel bracelet. It didn’t have to be Tag Heuer or Gucci – for heaven’s sake, she knows she’s no Miss Universe – but it shouldn’t be cheap and she’ll want it in its original packaging and with its price tag.
I’d planned to do the job last night but when I arrived I saw the jeweller’s window already smashed and Tommy Lewis running down the street, watch in hand.
I know what his game is.
Written for Rochelle Wisoff-Fields’ 100 word Friday Fictioneer challenge. Find ’em here.