Tears Of London

The Candy

ERIN

- Erin ! It's been a while, brother.
Malcolm and I were out, that night. We were hanging in the cold streets of London. Wind was blowing. Cars were flashing.
There were lights. Too much lights for us.
I was quiet, still wondering why my dad was in my mom's house. They broke up a long time ago, when I was a kid. I hate him.
We turned into the right, a way that leads to a smaller street, like a corridor. We met a few boys there. I've seen some of them once, in the Hutt.
They were playing music.
Super loud.
Super indiscreet.
I deduce they are not so smart.
- Hey, I said.
- You've got the Candy ? one of them asked.
- Five packs, Malcolm answered.
I took it out of my jacket's pocket. I showed it quickly, and the guy reached out to grab it. But I put it back before.
- Where's the cash, Malcolm said.
It was not a question.
The guy smiled :
- Andrew ! he called.
Andrew stepped forward, banknotes in the hand.
- How much for five ? Andrew asked.
- Two hundred, I answered.
- What about one hundred fifty ? Andrew tried to negociate.
- Two hundred. And that's a nice price.
Andrew grimaced and gave Malcolm the money.
Then, he reached out his hand. I took the coke out of my pocket...when one of the guys screamed :
- COPS !!! Cops are here !
Without hesitating, Malcolm and I started running as fast as we could, in the opposite direction. We get out of the corridor, then joined the corner of the next street.
- That was a close one, I said.
I heard Malcolm laughing. Laughing loudly.
I looked at him confusely.
I was confused until he raised a wad of cash. And a lovely quantity of red banknotes.
- How to have your cake and eat it too, smiled Malcolm, satisfied.
So I started to laugh out loud as well, until I saw a police van heading to us.