Five Random Words

For this Flash fiction challenge, you must use the five words “Mobile Phone, Wig, Flirt, Dusk and Figure” in a flash of less than 1,000 words. See link below for the specifics.

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The approach of dusk hid a shadowy figure by the alleyway, arms folded, with his cell to his ear. A working girl walked up to him, flirted a little, twirling her pink wig in her fingertips as the other hand slid down her fishnets. He shooed her away, like he couldn’t be bothered. He should’ve given her a twirl. The story would’ve ended here.

She was a babe underneath the make-up and track-marks. He wouldn’t have had to pay, even. I paid her. He had something I wanted, and it would’ve been preferable to get her to steal it than for me to take it. I had enough bodies on me. It was that damn cell phone. Really, it was the phone. It was a 4G, top-of-the-line, but that wasn’t it. We pulled those off of trucks everyday. It wasn’t the phone, but what was in it. Embedded in that phone was a two gigabyte operating system called ELYSE. Stood for something, forget what the hell it stood for. But I’d have ten million in the Caymans if I could pry it out of the man’s hand and swap it for a clone, minus ELYSE.

I knew what ELYSE was; I didn’t have rules like Jason Statham in those Transporter movies. He never followed them anyways. If I was lugging Plutonium, I wanted to know what potholes to avoid, ya know? But ELYSE was another story.

ELYSE was a self-aware computer system. Decrypt her, and she would take over every electronic system in milliseconds, and we’re talking global. The guy on the phone was the prototype builder. He had an unauthorized copy.

The girl spun her wig, layin’ on the flirt pretty good. He was annoyed. I could tell from where I was sitting. He had the phone in his hand at his side, the other hand pointing at her. I was her pimp; not really, but that’s the story I was about to go with. I walked over and got up in his face. He turned ashen, and stammered that he was gonna’ call the cops. I grabbed the phone out of his hand and pushed him with my other palm. He fell back, enough time for me to make the swap. Then I threw the cloned phone on him after I pocketed my ten mil’.

“C’mon, babe… This guy don’t appreciate beauty.” I walked her down the street and around the corner.

His phone would fool him long enough for me to make a clean break. Darla, the working girl, looked up at me with her green-shot eyes. If she cleaned up, she would’ve been beautiful.

“You still gonna’ pay me?”

I thumbed a hundred out of my wallet. “Here.”

She smiled, traced my jaw with her nail. “Ya’ know, I could still work for this…” She winked.

I chuckled. “You’ll never see me again.’ I said. “And I wouldn’t cruise this block for a couple days.”

I walked away into the dusk as it crept ever slowly towards the darkness of night.

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