Chan’s anger rose again. Who was Yamamoto to question him?
“David,” said Yamamoto, “what’s her alibi for yesterday?”
Chan’s anger shifted gears and turned right into embarrassment. Closing his eyes, he pictured his career going down the toilet.
“David?”
Opening his eyes, Chan gave him a look Yamamoto could easily read. “What’s her number?”
“ Vic, let me call her.”
“Not to say I told you so, David, but from now on I’ll talk to her.”
Chan gave him the restaurant and home numbers. Nina was at work. Inwardly cursing his carelessness, Chan barely heard Yamamoto’s side of the conversation.
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Aloha #WriterWednesday, I hope you are well. Today’s #WritingPrompt is actually two prompts
work
pleasure
Use either or both to inspire a piece of writing of any length, and style, and then post it on your site and link back to me, or simply leave it as a comment below. I would love to read it : )
