Somewhere in New York, 1920’s
In a hidden alley behind the Pearl Dinner, she waited in a trench coat over her long black dress. In her hand was a leather briefcase. She was weak and desperate, so desperate that she would pay anything. After all, what is money for someone like her, constantly on the run looking for food and ways to blend in.
“Do you have it?” She said with desperation. The man at the other end of the alley held up his briefcase. She took a whiff. Even through the thick protective layers of the briefcase, she could practically taste it. “Perfect.”
This story is written for 100 Word Wednesday.