Alex smiled at the full moon. She spread a fine batik-print table cloth and laid down her finest cutlery on the table. A delightful aroma came wafting from inside the moored ferry. Her Shrimp Pad-Thai was ready. She poured herself a glass of red and sat down with the papers she had to grade.
Dinner for one!
Ten minutes later, her mobile buzzed once. It was Mr. Stavros who ran a bodega ten miles away.
Alex stopped eating and started cleaning up. She had seven minutes before the Police car passed the ferry.
They haven’t found her squatting yet.
Word Count: 99
Many thanks to our graceful host Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for yet another version of Friday Fictioneers. Today’s prompt is provided by Ted Strutz. I recently read an article about Adjunct Professors having to resort to squatting and in one case prostitution because of their low levels of pay. That hard hitting article was the inspiration behind my today’s offering.
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