99-word fiction: The stranger – part III
Thanks to Sharon, now I want to know what's going to happen every week...
The stranger sat with his hands in his coat pockets. The woman leaned forward, and felt inside his coat. She removed an envelope.
‘That feels about half of what was agreed.’
‘Half now, the other half …’
‘You’re in no position to negotiate.’
His eyes flickered down to his right hand, under the table.
‘I didn’t come empty-handed either. We can both get out of this if you finish your drink, and leave.’
Seeing no bluff, she drained her glass. With a smile, she stood, and left.
He asked for the bill.
‘Is there another way out of here?’
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