The quayside hotel had operated as a landing point in the heroin trade for years. Boats of all sizes and shapes came and went, while landside convoys of four wheel drives ferried the stuff to the airstrip just outside town.
By chance, widows Edith and Lavender Seymour had booked a weekend break on the second floor with sea view, a mistake acknowledged by both the travel agent and Caitriona Santiago, an intern working on the hotel’s reception desk.
The widows showed the staff how to make marmalade and soon they dumped the drugs and set up a preserves business.
Written in response to Rocky Wisoff-Fields’ weekly photo prompt found here: https://rochellewisoff.com/