The Dark Haired Man’s eyes gleamed as silver coins tumbled against his palm. He knew the amount and he knew not to check it: The Egyptian always paid in full. Cigar smoke twisted against the ceiling, a dust-laden fan cutting each wisp into the close, rancid air. He watched it spin to nothing, looking through the fug at a future full of golden sands and endless moonlit nights. Sparks flared against glass as the Dark Haired Man stubbed the cigar out and gazed down at The Egyptian’s lifeless body. “Always nice doing business with you.”
(c) Tim Austin 2016
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