(Author’s note: I am hoping to be posting more in the upcoming summer season. Especially since I won’t have TV to watch, and hopefully I won’t be tested and tired more than I am already. Enjoy tonight’s music and fiction!)
by Miles H. Rost
He took in everything from his corner of the bar.
He noticed a man of his size walking into the bar, and beelining towards him.
“So, ‘Hank’, why am I here?” the man asked ‘Hank’.
“It’s my place for meetings.”
“In the middle of the Caribbean? I had to plunk down a chip to get here.”
“You’re wanted for a job.”
The man sat down, his eyes never moving.
“They want you to take a singer out.”
“Out to dinner, a movie?”
“Who’s the singer?”
The man blinked. ‘Hank’ gave him an envelope.
“Do it quickly, please.”