More gold… #fivewords

Weekly Writing Prompt #118

Gold-stack

He was buying, and all this gold he would bury, deep in the cellar of the ghost’s house, the one he had bought, shortly after his trial. He would have his revenge, but, for now, feeling no cold, nor the pinch of hunger, he would sit at his desk, from dawn to dusk, scrutinising the markets, watching the rate, buying.

For the ghost had left him a fortune, and hardly interfered with his life. The house, the cellar, the ghost, the gold… His dream would become true.

Inspired by #fivewords, and the big bubble!

Picture: gold stack, via The Gold War

Daily Prompt: You’ve Got the Power #WW

You have the power to enact a single law. What would it be?

 

Pitiless I looked at the judge: I see her icy blue eyes moving from me, standing, listening, to you, my sweet love. I see tears in your eyes. You know the jury has convicted me: they want to protect you, all those like you, protect you from people like me.

The judge fixes me, quietly shuffling her notes. I stand, frozen, eyes down, accepting my fate, just thinking of you.

The room is silent. I see the members of the jury waiting, waiting for the judge to deliver her verdict.

I recall all the scenes of our love: I worship you, and I know you know.

Finally the judge says: “You have committed the most hideous crime. The jury has recognised you as guilty, and there is no attenuating circumstances. You will serve your victim: she will decide your fate, for now I condemn you to ten years of hard love in her service. You will wear her collar, you will be tagged. There is no appeal.”

#AtoZChallenge: April 12, 2013 ~ Kafka

In the world of this blogger there are two of them: a writer of genius, who died in 1924, wrote The Trial, The Castle, The Metamorphosis and a host of stories and plays, and Nakata “Kafka” Tamura, hero of “Kafka on the Shore”, the novel by Haruki Murakami.

Kafka statue in Prague Franz Kafka, the writer, inspired Albert Camus and Jean-Paul Sartre, among others.  To the love of his life, the writer Milena Jesenská, he wrote passionate letters. Milená died in 1944, murdered with so many other women at Auschwitz.  He is the lead writer on the Absurd of the beginning of the 20th century depicting the insanity of the bureaucracies of his time.

The other Kafka is a growing young man, who discovers love in the person of the unattainable Miss Saeki.  When I go to Japan, I hope I will meet them both.