Irene

An excerpt of my 22nd book and thriller.

Irene

Sic Transit Gloria Mundi

An excerpt

On Scot's first Saturday in what seemed an abandoned camp, as most of the staff left to pass the weekend with their families; and he felf as if he was cast away on some forsaken island.

He had breakfast at camp's mess hall, as there was no one to bring him and his instructors meals to his cabin; and then he spent the rest of the time up to lunch at the library, but after lunch in an almost empty mess hall, he decided to his cabin and watch TV. After three hours plus minus of zapping between channels, he was bored and restless, and decided to do some physical training exercises and end up with jogging round the camp's perimeter.

At about four forty five pm when he switched off the TV set and changed into shorts, and a sweat shirt ready to leave his cabin; there was a knock on the cabin's front door, it opened up and that same green eyed young female whom he met in New York entered smiling.

'May I come in?' She asked and went straight in without waiting for his answer.

'Oh howdy sure, glad to see you again. Do sit down please.' Scot welcomed her and as she sat down, he went over to close the front door, which she left open.  

'So how're you doing Scot, I like that name or your better.' She added with a sweet chuckle.

'I'm fine thanks,' he said and kept watching her with a quizzical look.

'The name is Irene; oh I was a bit bored so I thought of having a picnic with you on the lawn outside. It's a beautiful day and I enjoyed very much the ride over here.' She coughed slightly at the end of the quite long monologue, but did not wait to hear what Scot has to say.

'Sorry to have barged into your life without a notice. '

'Oh that's a blessed gesture on your side Irene.' He smiled to her and realized how both of them are a bit thrilled by her unexpected appearance, like a pair of kids at their first date.

'I've got everything needed in my car outside, so..,'

'I'll just change and I'll join you Irene.' It's such a joy to see her again and to utter her name. He thought amazed while watching her slim figure as she was going out.

She was sent to persuade me to return, and did it with such charm and ease… Her charms are fascinating he kept thinking quite excitedly.

But how come she's free to pay me a visit on a Saturday hasn't she some one that dates her? Scot wondered while changing. She seems quite happy to see me again, it isn't just an ordinary task, like her meeting me some ten day ago in that bar in New York. I'd better not rush into conclusion, and see how we'll get on. He decided and went out.

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