A Few Questions

“May I get you another?”

I picked up my glass, shook the melting ice. “No, I’ll wait. She’ll be here any minute.”

“Very good, sir.” He strode back across the patio, watching his tables. The place was filling up.

I glanced at my watch. She was taking forever. I watched the moon for a while, that familiar vertigo making it seem to be moving sideways through the clouds.

“Excuse me, sir,” said a man who had appeared next to my table. He took out a badge. “I am Mr. Norris, the hotel detective. I need you to come with me.”

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24 thoughts on “A Few Questions

  1. that familiar vertigo making it seem to be moving sideways through the clouds. Boy! did you ever catch that feeling. This story is so intriguing. What on earth did he do?

  2. My vote is not guilty. Well written.
    My Dad’s always waiting for my Mum and I’ll be warning her to hurry up in future.
    xx Rowena

  3. The beginning to what I think is a tragic longer story. Nice to know I’m not the only one who gets dizzy when he looks up at the moon!

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