Emira observed her deputy with her side-eye.
Though she didn’t want to admit it even to herself, He was a whistling wonder.
From his well-defined facial structure to his slim build that she didn’t need anyone to tell her was a well-muscled build.
However, it was his eyes that were most compelling. Dark with a hint of gold, when it caught the light at a certain angle.
His eyes were saying nothing but everything.
Emira sighed inside. She supposes she was her mother’s daughter. She has a thing for eyes and she learnt from her mama how to read them.
“Or what do you think?” General Tailap asked her.
Oh. My. God.
Did she just blank out on the conversation?! Wonderful.
She shook her head ruefully, “I am sorry, Uncle. But I was lost in thought. Could you repeat what you said?”
“Or what do you think?” General Tailap looked serious even as his eyes danced in merriment. Suggesting he knew why she was distracted.
Emira nearly rolled her eyes at him, “No Uncle. The statement that led to that!”
“If you can recall how the bandit that got away looks, we could send some soldiers after him.” A soothing but intense male voice drawled beside her.
There ought to be a law against that kind of voice. O God help me. Emira prayed.
She took a deep breath to clear her head. “Thank you, Colonel. We would send soldiers after him alright. But it will be to lead us to the bandits’ associates in town. The soldiers have to be plainly clothed, of course. Dressed like peasants and probably even pretending to hawk some wares.”
The General looked excited. “Excellent idea, Emira. Though you have yet to describe him.”
“He wore a yellow bandana. Bald, slightly reddish skin. Tall, slim and pretty, you know a bit more feminine facial features.”
“Interesting,” The Colonel said.
“You can describe that to our military artist, to draw. That way our men’s search will be easier.” General Tailap suggested.
“Great. So when do I get to meet this artist?” Emira asked.
“You are sitting next to him.” Uncle Tailap said.
What! This is dangerous. I need to complain to my mama ASAP.
August Writing Prompt #15 He wore a yellow bandana #20 He was a whistling wonder #29 Saying nothing but everything
2 thoughts on “The Meeting”
Great mingling of the prompts. Well done!
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