He wore sunglasses. Suit but no tie. The pub was empty and he approached the two men in the corner.
‘You can call me Ulsterman’
Gordon extended his hand to greet. Smiled.
‘Can I get you anything?’
Ulsterman shook his head, but sat down.
‘I have your departure-time.’
Gordon glanced at Buster who seemed more interested stirring his stale ale. A persistent fly bounced on the grimy window. The men stayed silent. Waited
Until Buster broke:
Ulsterman picked lint from his jacket. Sighed.
Postal Service should have paid him better.
‘August Seven, 6:50 pm, departing for London’.
Honoring C.E. and Scotland I have taken the liberty trying to recreated the scene from The Great Trainrobbery. The Ulsterman was the nickname used for the mole that leaked information to the robbers on when there would be a substantial amount of money being transported.
Friday Fictioeneers is a blogging community where we tell stories in 100 words under chief Rochelle who sees to that trains depart on schedule. Wednesday being the new Friday.
January 11, 2017