Drug trade Stories

It started like normal. Making eyes across the crowded beach hut bar at the guy in the half-unbuttoned white cotton shirt that fits like he owns the brand. Approach. Smalltalk. Banter. Innocent brushes. A drink on his dime. Shots on mine. He's wearing tinted designer shades, because Bali. I don't discover his eye colour until we're doing the vertical mambo against the back of my rented apartment door, tearing at clothes a...

Night fell almost immediately, the dark skies grounding into each other to create an eerie calm that effectively silenced the town. The air was heavy and humid with the scent of an approaching storm. In the blackness, a man scuttled out from an alley, his pupils enhanced by the soft light of the moon. He clutched a cloth bag in his hand that gave off the scent of leaves that had never seen the light of day. He took a deep...