Anonymous Materiel - flash fiction by ARP

I walk into the Bondi bar at Broadway and some people playing doubles on miniature snooker. One of the onlookers looks me right in the eye and I nod but just quietly. 

We move aside. 

"you wanna get on? We got success e-MDMA, vaping state pot, field robotics startup micro trips. Just fill this form and sign with your finger. No amex. Next week medibank private."

Yeah nah 

"ok you see Tayla over there. Shhh. She sells chemical weapons"

attention deeps pan