The Smuggler

Virginia Neely, author
2-Bite Stories
Published in
Jun 10, 2024
Photo by Tina Guina on Unsplash

The wall was high, topped with barbed wire.
He’d never be able to scale it. His only chance was to slip past the guard.
He waited until darkness fell, then waited some more.
Cold sweat made his dark clothing stick to him. His stomach roiled with nerves.
If he were caught, the penalty would be death. No leniency when it came to drugs.
A dim light glowed in the guard’s booth. He’d have to chance it.
Bent low, he crept past, keeping to the grass at the edge of the road.
Safe, he and his precious cargo.
Delicious, expensive coffee.

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Virginia Neely, author
2-Bite Stories

I write in various genres and forms, from flash fiction to novels. My other passion is illustration, and I illustrate some of my own stories.