The air was so cold out that his breath froze to his mustache, little sparkling droplets clinging desperately to his lip. His words puffed out into the air like dragon smoke as he walked.
He walked faster than he spoke, letting his feet express his frustration while going over the prior events slowly and methodically. The meeting had gone all wrong; this was a given, these things happen, the important thing was figuring out exactly why, and keeping it from happening again.
Clearly, the first step was establishing the time and place as precisely as possible. Letting his secretary communicate via ill-concealed notes and codes was right out. Next time, he would make the phone call personally. Speak clearly. Suggest a darkly lit den of iniquity that was near a bus route next time, with an unusual and memorable name, perhaps.
The dog trotting beside him panted enthusiastically, as if to agree with all his suggestions. It nosed the ground harder, gave an excited bark.
He ran forward, following the trail of white powder, flinching at the sound of sirens rising faintly in the distance.
Love the mystery of this little bit hehe.
Comment by Heartfelt — January 12, 2009 @ 11:19 pm