Berlin Fiction sample story telling
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at which point she would stop in a small cafe for an early lunch. It was an expensive and dimly lit place, so she could be assured she'd be left alone. It was 24th of October, a Thursday, and Carl Heinrich would be returning home that evening for a long weekend. The thought filled her with dread. Recently, he seemed to be more irritable than usual and was drinking far too much. He hardly talked and seemed content to ignore her. She ordered a glass of ice wine to calm herself down and a Scandinavian sandwich with smoked salmon. It was ridiculously expensive, of course, but she reminded herself she was the wife of an SS general and should behave accordingly. She always sat in an area that was, in effect, the corridor from the kitchen to the front of the cafe. It had just two tables, both with just one chair. A pleasant looking man came to sit at the other table, his back to her, though he had knowledge briefly as he sat down, Sophia like to look at people and imagine their story. She reckoned this man was in his early thirties, rather attractive in need of a haircut and in a suit that could do with being properly dry clean. She liked the fact he looked so on military, but reckoned he was neither formal or stuffy enough to be a civil servant. So maybe something in the arts film, maybe, or what was left of them. No wedding ring as far as she could tell. And he smoked as he ate, and he turned around a very pleasant smile. May I borrow your ashtray? The accent. She was normally good on accents, but his was hard to place, maybe Czech or Polish. She pushed the ashtray towards him, and he turned his chair round and offered her a cigarette, and she shook her head and pointed to her Scandinavian sandwich, and he turned his chair round even further, and she noticed he really was very attractive. He appeared not to have shaved that day, and the top collar of his shirt was undone and his tie slightly loose. Would she like a coffee? Do you mean real coffee? Of course. Have you seen the price of real coffee here? He gestured, as if to indicate there was really no problem. And when the waitress past. He ordered two coffees, please. The best you have. She was surprised how forward and informal he was. Definitely not a Berliner. Slightly presumptuous, but at the same time Rather charming. And she could still not work out his accent. My name is Frederick. I'm a cousin of Anne Marie from Interlochen. She must have looked shocked and he paused and gave her a pleasant smile. Don't look shocked, please. I've been watching you since you received the letter from Anne Marie. You're a woman of routine, which is helpful. You don't need to say much, but don't look so worried. Do drink the coffee. A cigarette will help to stop your hand shaking. He spoke very quietly. She wasn't to ask him any questions. That was for another time. But he was a colleague of Edward Campion. He mentioned someone would contact you, didn't he? She nodded. I could find a way of ensuring there is no danger to use fear. There'll be someone I totally trust here in Berlin.