A dimly lit bar, Golden Street, Tokyo.
Two assassins reconnoitre. The place is unusually empty. They find barstools and order.
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1 min readApr 30, 2024
The bartender pours quickly, eyes down, discreetly awaiting further instruction.
“How was it?” asks the first man, taking a sip.
“Mafia Boss. Dishonorable,” the second hisses.
First guy nods, sucking his teeth. Takes a longer sip. “Yours?”
He sets his drink down.
“Dictator. Time was up.”
They both nod.
The bartender, emboldened, whispers, “What happens to your pay if you get a mafia boss who is also a dictator?”
Both men smile.
“We’ll take the hit.”
A short. The professionals call it a drabble. My first. Please let me know in the comments what you think.
Inspired by Medium writer AsianNight and her piece:
