I glance at my watch for the second time in 30 seconds than look around to see if anyone notices. No one does. I am as invisible as I always have been. I suppress a laugh at the irony that I won’t be recognized until I am blown to smithereens, beyond recognition.
These thoughts steel my nerves and my resolve and I pull out the lap top and the disposable cell I have been provided.
I compose the email to the mayor from memory and hit send. I pick up the disposable, think of my mother, and punch in the code.
My Fellow Fictioneers:
I apologize for not commenting on your stories last week. I continue to have connection problems and see no end to them this week. I hope to be back online full time by the first of the month. in the mean time, again I apologize. I try to read as many as I can from another device but am not logged on to WordPress through it so I am unable to comment.