Stick!
“Good to go.”
“That was quick.”
“We run an efficient operation.”
He turned to face the next person. She got the hint. Time to move along. But not before pulling on her hood, not wanting to be recognized by acquaintances. Then she walked back down the alleyway. At her side stood the procession she had just come from, daring not to look into it. Eye contact would bring shame. Trips to this alley were never spoken about, but often implied.
Stick!
“Good to go?”
“Yep.”
“Finally. Seems like the operation hasn’t been as efficient lately.”
“Ever since we went corporate.”
Instead of putting on a hood, she adjusted her mask. The line was even longer now. And instead of an alleyway, it was a hallway, brightly lighted. With pride she looked into it, hoping to make eye contact with an acquaintance. If so, they’d ask each other which number they were on. These trips were often spoken about, but their implications never considered.