Friday, July 28, 2006

55 Fiction Friday

Iris pocketed her returned handkerchief, "Thank you, Mister..."

"Graham, Jeffrey Graham, " replied the Englishman. "My card."

Iris barely glanced at his calling card, for he was already turning from her. "I bid you good day, miss, " the smile he flashed over his shoulder was charming but disinterested, his presence on the boat a mere coincidence.

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Sam Spade said...

Hmmmm....or is it...?

Paperback Writer said...

Word, Sam. Word.