Near Vine Square, lunch-hour, Del OTA
Del had needed to get out of the lab. He had treated a set of mahogany dining chairs with pesticide and the fumes had made his head spin even through the mask. So he put on his coat and wrapped his scarf around his neck and braved the cold windyness of the day.
It was pretty miserable actually. He liked the long hot summer nights – hated the dreary days of winter. What he wouldn’t give for a little bit of sunshine!
No sooner had the thought crossed his mind than a photograph of a sundrenched beach caught his eye and he stopped to look in the window of one of the many travel agencies.
“Hmm, special offers?” he breathed. “Whoa, six nights in Key West. I could handle that.”