The Exchange

He walked into the tent with a rope in one hand and a coin in the other.

As he stepped inside, a single flame arose from a corner. A voice whispered in his ear. “What have you come here for, stranger?”

He shivered and held out his palm, the gold glittering in the flicker of a moment.

There was a rustle of skirts and a tinkle of bells. Gentle hands began to lightly caress his forearms, his shoulders, his cheeks. He felt a hot breath on his mouth as she took the coin.

“This way,” she purred, leading him further into the dark.

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Image source: deviantart.com/master8178/art/Coin-212240960
First written September 26, 2017.
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