He was sitting at a table nursing one of the ales for which Blakes of Dover is noted when she walked in. The young Japanese woman was immediately drawn to him, walked over, and took a seat at his table.
“I thought we might have a bit of lunch before you take me in, Mikiko.” Timothy nodded and a server came immediately over.
He looked at the woman, “What will you be having?”
“Order for both of us.”
He ordered Beef with Chips and two more ales.
“I knew it was only a matter of time. I won’t bother asking how you found me. I’m glad you came alone.”
“They’re waiting outside to arrest you, Timothy. It’s either us or Mzimu.”
“It’s either prison or a shallow grave in a field somewhere.”
“At least you chose a pleasant venue for your last meal.”
The ales quietly arrived and the international assassin known as Hellspite proposed a toast to the one person in the world who had finally captured him. His career was finally over and he trusted her to finish what he started by bringing down the gang of human traffickers that had started it all.
I wrote this for the Sunday Photo Fiction Challenge of January 7th 2018. The idea is to take the image above and use it to prompt the creation of a piece of flash fiction no more than 200 words long. My word count is 198.
I’m obviously leveraging characters from my Mikiko Jahn SciFi/Adventure series. I’m thankful the photo included a very recognizable sign for Blakes of Dover and I discovered that Dover is less than twenty miles from Dymchurch where the latter part of my larger story takes place.
These events occur after my most recent chapter in the series and I’m not sure yet if this wee tale will become part of the canon. I guess it depends on whether or not I want Fleming (AKA Hellspite) to escape or not.
Oh, this scene is set specifically in the cellar bar which is perfect for a quiet drink and a small lunch.
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