55: Anonymity Not Included

(Republished 6 January 2016)

I was in town on business and we’d met in a bar. Her perfume and eyes were intoxicating. “Gotta go; work tomorrow,” she said while dressing.

Next morning, I waited for the plant manager. I heard the click of shoes behind me, caught a familiar scent, and turned to look into those familiar blue eyes.
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FFF-55 Vol. LXIII. Tell a story in exactly fifty-five words. Go see G-Man.