Norma carried a sterile container – human organs for the hospital – to the door.
A man received it, handed her a bag filled with cash and disappeared in a van. Under the floor, she hid the money from sight.
"Paid," she told her husband; he worked with a chainsaw in the basement, in a room covered in polythene, now strained reddish-brown.
It would be washed later and made ready for tomorrow's tasks.
By the kitchen window she'd set a trap – cupcakes; two urchins were now gorging on them.
She enticed them inside and locked them up.
They would become tomorrow's tasks.
Selected: April Drabble
Published in Issue #30
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