Undercover (200 Words)
Casey sat with all the faded dignity of a self-crowned queen, her arm resting on the back of her plastic chair, her hat set back on her forehead at a jaunty angle.
Aryn set the plate of fries and cheese in front of her with a care that was too deliberate to be ignored.
“No,” he said. “I won’t do it. I’ve already shown you too much.”
She squinted up at him. “But it isn’t right,” she said. “It’s not fair that you get to see our world, but we don’t get to see yours. If you’re going to be a waiter in Florida, I want to be a waitress in fairy land. So there.”
The elf winced. “It’s not like that.”
“What?” she cupped her ear.
It was almost three o’ clock and the place was mostly empty. Aryn sat down
“I’m undercover,” he said. “I’m looking for some one.”
The elf flinched. Casey’s smile faded, seeing the seriousness almost like pain on his face.
“If you’re looking for someone,” she said. “Two heads are better than one. I know this place.”
His eyes flickered gold in a reflection of stray light. “That’s true,” he said. “You do.”
Written in response to Sunday Photo Fiction‘s photo prompt. Check it out!
Image (c) Susan Spaulding.