This story was prompted by the picture below, posted at https://flashfictionforaspiringwriters.wordpress.com/ , for the seven days commencing 1 December 2015. Many thanks to PricelessJoy for facilitating the site. The photo was provided by pixabay.com. To add your own story and read other people’s, click this link: http://www.inlinkz.com/new/view.php?id=586614.
The sights and colours Spencer woke up to were amazing. What was the dealer thinking of, selling pills like that so cheaply? He tried to look round when the voices came, but couldn’t move. So what? He’d never had such a feeling of wellbeing.
‘Kid musta come round, way he’s staring at that crazy poster.’
‘Don’t be fooled by the eyes. They’re open, but he’s as good as dead. Remember, no more ‘n one pill for the next one.’
‘Dead, huh? There’ll still be a market though?’
‘I don’t deal with those kinds of people.’
‘What about the girlfriend?’
‘Woke up fine. Even fought back a bit.’
‘I hope you didn’t –’
‘No way. “Bruise the fruit, lose the loot” … right?’
‘Good man. She in the container?’
‘With the rest. Yeah.’
‘Get the truck started. I’ll deal with lover boy.’