“How exactly does it work then?”
“Easy really. As soon as we get hold of the babies me and mum freeze-dry them. This keeps them nice and safe while we travel from one market to another.”
“Doesn’t it kill them?”
“Course not. Makes them go hard and slows down all their vital organs, but they’re still alive. They stay like that until they get warmed up. Mind you does mean we have to sell them quick. Can’t afford to have them hanging around in the sun for too long. Once had one wake up midway through dad’s pitch. Didn’t half make a noise with all his crying. Scared a lot of punters away. Lost a lot of money that morning. Anyway, what have you got?”
“Twins. Only six weeks old. Mum can’t afford more kids. What’ll you give me for them?”
Originally a story for Angela Goff’s ‘VisDare’ prompt.
Categories: Micro Fiction
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