In the Apollo Cafe the waitresses ran. The tourists had already visited Happy High Herbs, Bringabong or bought from the one of the long-haired, skinny boys sitting on milk crates and plastic chairs outside the café. Now they had the munchies and wanted food fast.
“Taxi, taxi, taxi!” Hearing the warning the street vendors sped into action, concluding their deal, before disappearing down the street. As soon as the police were gone, they’d be back.
In desperation, the undercover police arrived in a tourist bus. They felt bad they were breaking the unwritten code but that code didn’t include ice.
In response to the photo prompt kindly provided by Jean L. Hays and the hosting by Rochelle who invites us to write a flash of no more than 100 words and link up via the blue frog on her site. If you don’t want to write have a read as there is always a varied talented selection to read.