The Exchange

“Did you bring it?” He looked at me hopefully from behind the tree.

“Of course I did,” I answered, looking around, “Did you bring my little payment?”

“Yes, I have it here,” he looked down and patted his jacket pocket.

“Perfect,” I said as I came closer, hiding behind the tree. “Did anyone follow you here?”

“No, thank God,” he answered, still nervously looking around him. “There was a close one, but I lost him.”

“Good,” I said. “It was hard enough bringing up my part of the bargain.”

“What happens if we get caught?” he asked, looking fearful.

“Don’t,” I replied. “The people here are ruthless. If anyone tells, we’re done for.”

A new flash of fear crossed his eyes. He was right to be afraid.

“After this exchange, we act as if this never happened.” I pressed on. “Understand?”

He nodded his head. “Yes.”

“Let’s finish this up quickly,” I said.

We both fished out our goods, ready to complete our exchange.

As he gave me his dollar bill, I handed over my candy bar, and we both headed back to the playground.

Author Notes: I don't know if anyone else thinks this is funny (or at the very least - interesting), but I tried.

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