Welcome to weekend writing warriors. Many fine authors, and me, contribute short snippets for your delectation. This is the start of a new work, Illegal Aliens. It is something of a cross between a horror story, a science fiction tale, and a romance.
Roland, an archaeology instructor at Reading University (academic ranks in the UK are different than in the US, he’d be an assistant professor in the land of the free), is on his way to London. He’s on call when something unusual turns up in the works on the new underground. After an interesting conversation on the train, he arrives to find the odd item – a block of Roman Concrete which is covered in inscriptions.
Roland’s dinner continues, with an unusual choice of meal. He has just asked his visitor if she’s hungry.
She laughed, a laugh that pierced to his core, then said, “Yes, very hungry;” she kept staring at him; he wasn’t sure he liked it; she smiled, at him; he decided he did like it.
“Let me order you something, I’m having the curry; it’s usually good.”
“Meat it is,” Roland looked at today’s menu – on the chalkboard, “Paul? A beef burger for the lady and a bottle of that Romanian plonk, two glasses.”
“Rare or well done?”
Roland looked at the woman, “How do you want it cooked?”
She grinned and licked her lips, “Raw.”
Roland said to the bartender, “Make it two burgers for her, rare as can be and go easy on the chips,” after that, he patted the seat next to him, “Do you want to sit here?”
She continued to stare at him, which made him nervous, then glided to the chair next to him; not the one he’d offered; she sniffed him, “Yes, you’re the one.”
My sincere apologies for abusing semi-colons.
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