Passing Trade
#3 of Flash Fiction
A quick piece of flash fiction.
"You want me to do what?" Joko's eyes bulged in his black mask, and he twitched his ears. "That's sick!"
"But think of the money!" The gibbon stretched his lips into an ingratiating smile. "Don't worry, I'll deal with all the messy stuff. You just have to do your thing."
"No way. Absolutely not. I refuse." Joko ran his foreclaws through the coarse fur of his neck, as if the very idea made him need to groom.
"Come on, Joko. It's only fruit. You like fruit, right? Tasty, tasty fruit? Mmm!" Sunda proffered the bowl with its glistening load of red berries, and Joko's mouth watered in spite of himself as the ripe, rich smell reached his nostrils.
"That's it! Open wide!" A slender white finger tickled his chin.
"I - said - no!" Joko thrashed his long tail. "Now take your stupid coffee cherries and go find yourself some other civet!"