Strottenger and the Mousy Fellow

"Who is he?" says Strottenger, peering through mini blinds to the outer office.

"Who is who?"

Strottenger raises an eyebrow at the woman. The woman sighs and walks across the room and looks out the window herself―sees a welterweight dark-haired man fumbling with a briefcase like it's the most awkward thing in the world as he attempts to retrieve office keys from an inhospitable pocket. "From the temp agency. Accountant I think. You'll likely not run into him while he's here. He's working in the records room."

"Records room. How do you know he's not a spy?"

"We have nothing to hide, I'm sure," she says, returning to her seat and beginning a search of the dark recesses of the desk drawer.

Strottenger narrows his eyes at the man. "Mousy-looking fellow," he says,

Thought I'd get back on Blogger and use this blog as a place to post short stories and other writings---possibly a place to work on rough drafts or pieces of larger works. More to come.