Julie wasn’t sure she was cut out for this cloak and dagger stuff. Sure James Bond was a man and he made it look much more glamorous, especially the way he would sweep a gorgeous woman off her feet and into his bed. But so far in her experience real life espionage was much more mundane.
Now here she was looking for her mysterious contact named “Crust”. She was unsure if it was meant to be a metaphor or something more ironic, but either way she struggled to identify anyone who she though might fit the bill. She thought about the cryptic message she received four hours earlier and studied the room again.
There. The coffee cup with the round rim glasses on it. That was the key. Whoever sat there would be the one. She pulled out her compact to touch up her make up, thinking it would make her blend while she waited.
Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers – 09/26/17
I hope you will all permit a brief commercial, but I would like to get all the fiction lovers to join me in a Christmas themed 7 day flash fiction serial. I will post a theme and you will have 7 days of 1,000 words to build your story. It will start on December 12 (mainly because I will be out of the country the first ten days of December). If interested please let me know.