Tuesday’s Tale, 11/10/2015.


Alright, another Tuesday, another five minutes of by writing without a script or outline. Here we go:

The Lunar park was, even at 1 pm, quite busy. Though the time managed to avoid the worst of the lunch rush, there were still the latecomers and elderly. Along with the occasional truant teen; one such passed as he walked the cobblestone sidewalk, eyeing him up and down.

As well he should; the disguise was perfect and fit even better than usual. A yellow sundress over added curves and modest heels topped by a wide-brimmed straw hat to block out the bright sunshine. Some modest make-up and no one could tell who he was.

He had been getting many looks with this disguise, but that was normal for this kind of thing. He pulled it off very well normally, and for some reason it felt right to use now.

But it might have been too obvious; he was made, and he knew it.

The guy in the cheap black suit was obvious, a black rose in a field of daisies, a sore thumb. The man’s step into his path slowed the confident gait she had been maintaining.

“Excuse me, miss, could you come with me for a moment? It’s a wonderful day, but very lonely – and I could use some company at the lander exhibit.”

He wasn’t fooled; no one was if the amount of people walking quickly in opposite directions was any judge.

And time! Total time, right at five minutes, and not a second over. See you for this next week!


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