Picture prompt (below) and the word “treasure”.
Night Delivery (159 words)
His soft footsteps echoed down the nearly empty train station. It was the time of night in which only those not wishing to be noticed were around. The security guard carried the valise closely to his person, perhaps a little too close. Those looking would surely see in his gait and mannerisms the tendency to show a treasure without being able to see it. Those same dark, silhouettes of the ne’er-do-wells leaned as if smelling the contents with their eyes.
The protector of the bag allowed his eyes to dart back and forth through the murky near-fog spilling down into the bowels of the station, tainting the air with the stench of the previous day. Those eyes looked for the final destination and, finding it, urged through mental effort, for the feet to cover the distance quickly.
“Did you bring it?” The classy broad asks of the nervous man.
“Yeah. Next time don’t leave the laundry in the dryer.”