This one is a spy story, something I’ve not written before. It was pretty fun to write, though I think spy stories aren’t really my strong suit (maybe I’d be better on a longer piece?) and I probably won’t write many more. I hope you enjoy it. :)
Isaac glanced through the cafe window to make sure that she was there today. Yup. There in the corner, the same place she always was. Her electric blue eyes gave her away instantly, along with her vibrant purple hair. He wondered why she’d made herself so noticeable.
He headed inside, trying to look casually interested, and set a hand gently on the chair across from her. “Is this seat taken?”
She looked up, a lock of bright purple hair falling over her eye. She brushed it away. “No.”
He took a seat. “I’m Isaac.”
“Atrea.” She looked at him, obviously intrigued.
“Nice to meet you.”
“You too.” Her jacket sleeve had slid up to reveal a barcode tattoo on the inside of her left wrist. The numbers underneath read “G-037.”
“Interesting tattoo.” Continue reading “One Shot – Short Story Sunday”