Questioning the DealIt was a warm spring night with a slightly cool breeze blowing.Questioning the Deal in Short Stories More Like This
People talked as they mingled and browsed shops still open. The occasional whistle from a steamboat setting out on a journey to who knows where echoed through the town.
A pair of donkeys pulled a cart filled with kegs and other boxes. A slight clanging of glass betrayed their contents. It headed away from a darkened building a short distance away. She watched the cart pass by, watching the donkeys and wondering. She noted that their bellies seemed a decent size and they seemed content. Maybe they were former boys, maybe they weren't. She couldn't get close enough to tell. Even if they were, at least these two seemed to be happy.
She knew she needed to focus on her target. There were many other boysdonkeys that weren't so lucky.
As she entered the pub, the mostly clean air gave way to a smoke filled, dark environment. It was hard to see in here and she coughed from the smoke before waving her hand in front of her face