Food for Thought

We exited the creepy cabin with a brief case full of money. We knew that in time Chad would ask us a favor. It was more than likely something devious. However, we were willing to put those black thoughts far back in our minds as we imagined all the good that could come out of this money. "What do you want to buy first?" Olivia asks. I think for a moment, then I respond. "Dinner." "Dinner sounds good. What would you like?" "Steak." "I could go for steak. With patato?" "Of course." I say. I sniff the air. It smells of pepper and barbeque. Initially I keep my findings to myself because I assume I am hallucinating, but then I noticing Olivia sniffing the air. "You smell that too?" I ask.  "Yeah it smells like someone is cooking a steak, but it can't be." "I think it is. Let's follow our noses."

The Catch

Chad opens the briefcase. He revels multiple rows of fifty and hundred dollar bills. Olivia and I stay where we are. "What's a matter? It won't bite." Chad says. "What's the catch?" Olivia asks. "Catch?" Chad repeats. "Yeah, what do we have to do for you?" "Nothing." Chad says, snapping shut the briefcase. "Really? Nothing?" I reply. "Well, not yet at least." "When is yet?" Olivia asks. Chad smiles. "You'll know. In the mean time all I want you to do is catch this." He tosses the briefcase into the air. I watch it spiral towards me in slow motion. Then, as if I were a football player, I reach out my my arms and the briefcase lands gracefully in my arms. After I catch it I look up to Chad, but he is gone. Long gone.