With clicking heels against the ancient cobbles of the town square, Zoe sauntered to the bar well aware of the man’s eyes following her closely which caused her stern composer to break into a calculating smile. Sitting on a bar stool, she watched the barman at work who then presented Zoe with her favourite drink; a white wine spritzer with a dash of lime; her poise cracked but she recovered quickly, a plan of escape forming in her mind as she had most certainly been compromised. Without taking a sip of her much wanted drink, Zoe casually walked towards the exit, the rigid grip on her clutch bag the only evidence of the tension rising; she needed the security of her hotel room, to regroup and find out how he knew about her and, possibly her intentions.
A smooth, large hand gripped her wrist, pulling her in close, tightening all the time as his face lent in to her’s, his lips softly brushing against her ear, his whispered words sending cold shivers down her spine.
“When at last we meet Zoe Saxon, you’re taking off without even sipping your drink; tut, tut.”
This is part five of a little story where I am fitting in the prompts for Five Sentence Fiction from http://lilliemcferrin.com. So far, the prompts seem to be fitting in nicely with the plot of Zoe, a female assassin. I try to make each 5SF a stand alone tale but i you want to read the others or have missed one, then follow the links below to find out about Zoe and her mission. xx