“Isn’t a public venue like this a bit…unusual, for this kind of thing?” she asked. He smiled, the points of his teeth gleaming in the midday sun. By the time they finished their coffee, the blood on the parchment was dry.
This is a challenge by hbhatnagar. The gist is that you have a unfinished phrase you have to complete and turn into a story. Here goes:
“The plane will be landing in ten minutes,” I heard over the intercom, and so I spent those minutes wondering what I was going to say to her. But when the moment came, I found that I couldn’t speak.