The Prompt: 

My Piece:

She had someone slip him a note this morning with his coffee. He was to meet her in the alley out back at midnight. Their meetings were always this way  - clandestine, unexpected, late at night. He'd taken up calling her Midnight just for the sake of putting a name to the red lips and rose perfume.

He arrived two minutes ahead of schedule. She was already there, waiting in the shadows.

"You're early."

"There wasn't any traffic."

A man, taller than he, stepped out into the small beam of light. He smelled of cigarettes and whiskey. The lackey passed him a small cloth bag. 

He looked inside. A diamond gleamed back at him. 

"I want you to get rid of that by tomorrow night. Your payment will be here when the job is done."

"Seems a shame to destroy something so beautiful."

He was speaking to the cold night air. She was already gone, as was her lackey.

Flash Fiction Friday #4! (...sort of)

I know I'm pretty late to the party, but I'm hoping I'm fashionably late ;)
So, I don't have a piece for the Friday before last (that prompt is giving me a hard time for some reason). However, I do have something for this past Friday! Better late than never, right? :)

Anyhoo, this was the prompt: 

And this is my piece: 

Cassie scanned the shelves, admiring the rows of multicolored jars and bottles. The smaller ones contained just one serving of food or drink; the bigger the jar the bigger the serving size.
She selected a small blue jar and took a cautious sip. As the liquid rushed over her tongue she tasted everything at once - a blueberry muffin, burnt buttered toast, and hazelnut coffee. As usual, it was overwhelming at first, but after a moment all the different tastes blended together deliciously.
If she ever made it back to Earth this was one of the things she'd miss about Blythe.

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