"Is that a deal?"
"Deal."
A consignment of hash, meth and ecstasy was shipped the following day, and Henry received them at the port, his bag filled with hard cash.
"Genuine, right?"
"Yeah dude. Wanna crack a joint?"
"Aye. Sounds good."
The smoke, rusty and filled with the familiar taste of submission, sank through his veins, and within a few moments, he was stoned.
"What next Boss?"
"I guess he isn't in a condition to stop us now. Let's flee before anyone else appears. And ya, take the money, and drugs too."
"What to do with Henry?"
"Shoot him."
This 99 word fiction is shared with Blogging from A to Z April Challenge - H.
Saara sheher mujhe Lion ke naam se janta hai.
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pure evil! :P
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Thanks Satya :-)
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DeleteVery well written, Amrit. An ouch factor in the end. Waiting for more.
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