The bistro was in the shadow of the Tower, but I ignored it.
There she was, as stunningly beautiful as she was intelligent.
And deadly.
I placed the envelope on the table. A sudden impulse, I scrawled my cell on it. I wanted to meet this dangerous diva.
It was obviously an accident that she tripped and knocked over the table. When she left, the envelope on the table didn’t have my number on it.
The plans!
“Great view!”
I jumped a foot.
Undisturbed tourist books littered the table.
Madge frowned.
“You’re still thinking about that spy movie, aren’t you?”
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word count = 100
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Fantastic 😉
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Thanks!
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You’re welcome my friend
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Reminds me of that old movie, “The Secret Life of Walter Mitty.” A person with imagination is never bored. Good story, Trent.
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I was thinking the short story by that name, but yep, that is the general direction. Boredom? Lack of imagination! Thanks.
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You’re welcome :)
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Good story Trent nice twist 💜
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Thanks, Willow!
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Seems like Madge knows him well. I like how you moved this from his imaginary world to the real one. Seamless.
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When he gets that far away look in his eyes, Madge knows, she knows… Thanks, glad you enjoyed it.
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Love his imagination. I thought at first he was an author, inspired by the woman. Great twist, Trent!
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Thanks, Brenda! An author using the scenery (and the people in that scenery) to inspire his next novel would have been a good way to take this.
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Great twist, Trent. You had me convinced :)
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Thanks!
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Great piece of imaginary fun when on holiday, it must be the historical atmosphere.
‘There she was, as stunningly beautiful as she was intelligent.’ – we can only dream. The real spies I have seen in the media were rather dull looking–a bit Miss Marple if you like.
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Yep, a big difference between real world and the movies, and the imagination typically sometimes even ups the Hollywood take a bit… Thanks.
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Dear Trent,
I suppose a guy can dream. ;) Nice one.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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No harm in dreaming, is there? Thanks.
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Well done, Trent. It is such a let down to be called back into the real world. (heavy sigh)
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I just hate when the real world intrudes into my life. Happens far too often. Thanks, Bill.
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Clever!
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Thanks, Rebecca. Some shades of Walter Mitty…
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Yes, I was thinking that!
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She knows him well, doesn’t she?! ;-)
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Yes – when he gets that distant glaze in his eye, she knows exactly where he has gone off to… lol
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;-)
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Oh, I wanted it to be real as much as he did!
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You must have seen the same movie he did! lol.
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Reblogged this on NEW BLOG HERE >> https:/BOOKS.ESLARN-NET.DE.
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Haha! Oh dear… Madge, you are apparently not enough!
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Well, sorry Madge, but no real woman can compete with the image in his imagination ;)
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I believe it! Unrealistic as it probably is ;-)
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If his imagination is based on those spy films, very unrealistic!
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But that’s what dreams are made of, right?
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Yep, that is why Hollywood exists…
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You know it!
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Haha! This is good. 👍🏼👍🏼👍🏼
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Thanks Sadje!
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You’re welcome Trent
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