“You dropped your phone behind that
suitcase.”
“Thanks. Why not join me? These seats aren’t
reserved.
“Come and meet my family after your business
tomorrow. I’ve never met anyone so knowledgeable about the Nineteenth Century,
and you so young. Come for dinner; my wife is interested in history.” As interested
as a husband so enchanted he never noticed his reflection sitting next to
no-one.
“No thanks. I have an evening meeting.” I patted
my throat. “Drink problems.” I liked
him.
His home address was in his phone, but not
password protection. If I changed my mind these invitations are irrevocable.
1 comment:
Welcome Avery, and thank you. I'm dabbling in the drabbles a lot lately; haiku for the beta male on the move!
Oh, and today here's another one. Enjoy?
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