Where Hides The Wolf (open)

[Amelia Shaw]

Weak sun beat down on the city, a poor reminder of summer past. Most people were indoors worshipping the heating and if she had any sense, Amy would join them. Instead she sat outside a coffee-shop slowly drinking her latte. A cardboard sign sat at her feet offering her services as a fortune teller (something she’d cleared with the manager inside before sitting).



She’d had a couple of customers but the majority of the walkby’s had gone inside, either to sit in the warmth of the building or taking their cups to go before marching quickly to wherever they were destined. Her fleece cardigan was just enough protection against the chill and she pulled it around herself although her palms felt clammy inside the lambskin leather gloves that were her permanent companion. She adjusted her ankle-length skirt, flapping it around her feet causing a slight breeze on her calfs.



Sighing she checked her watch. She’d give it another half hour, 45 minutes if she could drag her drink out that long, then make her way back to the motel where she’d probably end up cleaning her weapons again out of boredom. Caleb wasn’t due back for another couple of days and she had precious little to entertain her of an evening. She wasn’t sure she could stomach another evening of game shows or stupid soaps.



Finishing her drink she leaned down to pick up her sign when a shadow fell across her table. Folding the sign she placed it in her voluptuous bag, making sure her 9mm Glock automatic was within easy reach before slowly sitting up, shading her eyes with her hand as she looked up at the cause of the shadow.