SF Drabble #276 “Privateer”

“So make me an offer.” The salesman put his hands on his waist, and tilted his head to keep his face at least partially shaded by his hat brim: the sun was a hammer that afternoon.

“Looks to be in fair shape. Engines are type three, though, I’d have to drop in type fours on Allafrete, and that’ll cost.”

“Got a guy there, give you a good deal on reconditioned fours. Thirty percent off list.”

“All right. Twenty-five thousand credits.”

The salesman adjusted his hat for the millionth time, then nodded. “Shake. Worth it just to clear the lot space.”

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