A Dream by patricia dillon Dribble Flash Fiction contest entry |
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"I came to you because I heard you were discreet," she said.
The dealer's eyes popped at the sight of the gold.
"I want one thousand denarii," she said.
"I will give you a receipt," he said.
She was satisfied.
Tomorrow she would flee into the desert with her lover.
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