A Costly Mistake

This post is written for Friday Fictioneers.


PHOTO PROMPT © Jan Marler Morrill


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.