Hunter welcomed the private investigator to a chair, said he’d put on some tea and answer the man’s questions. Asked his guest if he wanted something to eat, to which the investigator shook his head, said, “No thank you, I’m stuffed.”
Under his breath, Hunter muttered, “You’re getting a little ahead of things, sir.”
The investigator sipped his tea, said he was searching for two missing people, last seen near Hunter’s acreage, maybe Hunter knew something of it.
Hunter shook his head, mentally measured the man, saw him as a good fit in the parlor.
“Odd, your tea gives a taste of bitter almonds,” the investigator said a few minutes before falling asleep down the hall from where he’s spend the rest of his days.
Six-sentence stories were inspired by Ernest Hemingway who penned the first six-word story (For sale: Baby shoes, never worn.). Thanks for today’s suggested occupation from Colin Smith. Also thanks to Serena for Telemarketer which I tried to use a half-dozen times and the muse just wasn’t responding on a Friday night/Saturday morning.
Tomorrow is a much-appreciated day off before we resume the alphabet Monday with the letter U. As in Ugh!