The Mango Stall
It’s a roadside stall, set up in the tray of one of those lowered and suped up utes that would be useless as an actual utility vehicle but are frustratingly attractive to me. A sign is propped up on it, advising that the mangos are for sale. There are three well muscled men playing cards, smoking lazily as I pass. It looks like a den. A mango den. These men dont sell mangos, no no. They only deal mangos.
