Summer Writing Scraps Vol. III

I'm trying to accomplish some writing this summer. I'll be posting some tidbits here, though most of my more serious, potentially final work won't make it on to the internet.

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Harold checked his watch. Half past two. She was late. She was never late. Out of all the "meetings" they had had together in the past three months, she was never late--except for now.

Harold shifted in his seat. He had no choice but to wait. After all, she had something he wanted. It was a pity he'd have to take it from her like this. He'd bgun to enjoy their little relationship, but after this it would have to end.

Harold knew very little about her. Theirs was a business relationship, after all. Corrine was the name she gave him, but he doubted it was her real name. She herself only knew him as "Mr. [Temps]," a name he had used before in these particular situations. His real name was Gordon. Gordon Thomas.