“I feel so stupid.” He muttered, smoothing his hair before putting on the baseball cap. “How do we even know he’s gonna show?”
“Just trust me,” a female voice spoke through the ear-piece in his ear, “he’s gonna show.”
He sniffed, and when he does, it’s showtime.
Nonchalantly, he walked store to store, pretending to window-shop while his senses on high alert. After a few minutes, as he began thinking, I should really come back here and shop once this is over, his partner’s voice boomed in his ear. “I see him. He’s heading to the west parking lot.”
Each week, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields-Addicted to Purple hosts Friday Fictioneers where we’re challenged to write a piece of flash fiction in 100 words, more or less, based on the picture above.