Here it is for your enjoyment.
I’m even giving this one a title!
The Taco Van by R.J. Blain
A plate of fresh tacos waited just beyond the threshold of the white, rusty van with ‘FREE CANDY’ spray painted on the side. Who wanted free candy? Not this woman.
But those tacos?
I would do far shadier things than climb inside some dumb, rusty van to get those tacos.
I climbed inside.
Three men waited inside.
“How nice of you,” I murmured, closing the door behind me. “You offered dessert, but I get breakfast, lunch, and dinner, too.”
I ate well and got to enjoy my tacos in peace. Would the next poor sods to try the same stunt be just as tasty?
Time would tell.
P.S.: There shall be no editing of this short story. Of any sort. This was written for pure fun.