WRITER'S CUT II
1976
Littlewood Inc
Salisbury, Rhodesia
John: Go with this money to Alderman Douglass Gordon Hill or just Gordon Hill.
Lance was handed a brief case.
John: That's £7000.
Lance: Ohk.
John: Just say it's for Victoria project. He will know.
Lance: Is he still staying where he used to stay?
John: Yes. If you forget the address, it's on that tag on the case.
Lance: Okay.
Fort Victoria, Rhodesia
Lance was now in Fort Victoria and he stopped to buy some juice. An elegant man in a three piece suit approached him.
"I'm Douglas Gashof." He said to Lance.
Lance: I'm Lance Lanceson.
They shook hands.
Lance: I'm with the betting community. We bet on horses. Come with me.
Lance followed the man into what looked like a bar.
Douglas: You see these people and all this money and that television? People are winning and some are losing. I can double your money in a few minutes.
Lance gave the man £500 pounds and it was doubled just like he had said.
Douglas: I will take 200 since i bet on the correct horse.
Lance: So this is now mine?
Douglas: Yes.
Lance: I can go now?
Douglas: Yes.
Lance left the room but was back in a few minutes.
Lance: I have brought more money.
Douglas: Are you sure?
Lance: This is two thousand, do your magic.
No sooner had the money been handed to Douglas than he disappeared into the crowd.
"Douglas!" Lance shouted.
"Who was that man?" Lance asked one of the guys there?"
"We should ask you, you were with him." The man replied and the others laughed.
The person in charge of the television rewound the whole game. It was a tape.
Lance left the room and went to the post office where there was a public phone he could use. He called Ncube.
[Phone call]
Lance: Come to Fort Victoria right now and bring £2000 with you.
Ncube: Where do I get the money?
Lance: Just bring me yours I will give you back.
Ncube: Okay I will be there.
Lance: I will be by the post office.
September 1979
The Prison
Lusaka, Zambia
It was lunch time so all the convicts were in one place being served their food.
Ncube: Who is the most corrupt guard in here?
Sipho: I'm not sure but that guy over there is corrupt.
Ncube: Okay.
Ncube went to the guard and handed him a piece of paper with some digits written on it.
"Call this guy and tell him to come to this prison as soon as possible." Ncube said. "Your money will come with him."
"What if you don't give me my money?" The guard replied.
"It's not like I can run away." Ncube responded.
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*SYMBIOSIS*
Historical FictionA man from Rhodesia is wrongfully or rightfully jailed and imprisoned in Zambia. His family remains behind in Rhodesia and his children are taken in by his boss. Carlos Muravu
