I didn’t recognize his face or the strange accent. “I’m sorry. Have we met?”
“If you will allow me only a m-moment, I have information that is vital to your s-s-safety, but we must not—”
“Who are you? Who sent you here?” Martina asked. Her face looked fearful—or was she angry? I’d never seen her so upset in our four months together. She pushed away from the table, turned her head toward the door of the restaurant, and waved two fingers at the maître d’.
“Puh-puh-please, señor, you must b-be very careful. They know all about your new experiment—”
Note: See But Wait! There’s More…. for an explanation of the 100 Words project. Read the previous installment or the next one.
© 2008 Edward F. Gumnick
Unrelated question – did you really have nothing to post in August? How did that happen? G.