100-word fiction: ‘Those Eyes’

It was for the country, not any individual. He was a friend not an enemy. He was on holiday not business. She did not want money she wanted help for a personal project. He was a political ally not a friend. It was not a closed enquiry, it was open and transparent. It was not uproar it was debate. They were escort girls not prostitutes. She was 18 not 17.

He could feel the other man’s eyes on him. He felt so tired.

You know what has to be done, said the other man: Hey, you can trust in me.

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Author: MW Bewick

Writer of poetry and place; editor and journalist. Co-founder of Dunlin Press. 'Scarecrow', a debut collection of poetry is available now from http://dunlinpress.bigcartel.com

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