She sits alone at the bar: walnut curves
and tradition meet tailored suit and heels.
Outside, thunder beckons as rain wets
the pavement. Inside, it’s warm, plush and
private. The glass of Scotch on the bar
remains untouched. She waits.
The leather folio burns a hole on her lap.
An old-fashioned touch, perhaps, but a
conventional paper trail is harder to follow
than digital breadcrumbs.
Her contact is late; the Scotch is tempting.
She takes a sip. And another.
The barman, noticing the empty glass, tilts
his head in question. She nods in reply as
her liaison strides toward her.
Click here to view the design that inspired this piece of writing.