Meeting at the Bistro
She sat in the bistro looking out at the scene on the sidewalk, taking in the wild cacophony of sound and color that was the energy of this city. Her latte sat untouched, next to an empty notebook as she played the tourist. Solanj looked around, she would have preferred a more private setting for this meeting but the man claimed to have information about her sister’s attackers so she hadn’t tried too hard to change the location of the meet.
If his information was sound, she was willing to pay and let him walk away in peace. If not … well a public murder was not as difficult as most people assumed.
Solanj spotted him the moment he entered the bistro by his darting eyes. He sat at her table, not saying a word, and slid a piece of paper to her. Solanj eyed him suspiciously for a moment, then opened the note. There in shaky scrawl were written three words “Lord Bartelemi son.” Solanj cocked an eyebrow in question. Bartelemi had only daughters, so this would mean … ah a son he did not care to claim. The stranger nodded as if acknowledging her thoughts. Solanj smiled, this was good, this was a lead. She slid a substantial packet to the stranger, rose and left the bistro. Now to pay a visit to Lord Bartelemi’s bastard.
word count 228
For Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge
Til next time ~Peace ~JPP
Excellent storytelling, JP!
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Thank you so much. 😉
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