A Costly Mistake
This post is written for Friday Fictioneers.
I found the drug on the internet.
It was one tenth what it would cost in the U.S.
And they would accept credit cards.
What a deal!
The prearranged meeting was set up at a local cafe.
It went something like out of a spy movie.
I was told to buy a local newspaper and enter the cafe at exactly nine in the morning.
Order water with lemon and a black coffee.
Someone would sit beside me.
The stranger would whisper “hand me the package, I will meet you out back.”
It’s been thirty minutes now. Everything is quiet.