|Author:||Fiammetta (Authenticated as lady murasaki)|
|Date:||May 17, 2012 at 1:58:23 AM|
|Reply to:||Build-a-Soundtracked-Story Part 1 by klundtacular|
The theme of the song + "cold" called for a LeCarré rip-off of sorts.
"Do you know why some people love eating on the top of the Culture Palace?" Meredith's interluctor paused. He was middle-aged, non-descript, save for a shaggy forelock of dark hair and a cheap-looking blue tie.
"...It's because that's the only place in Warsaw where you can't see it!" he answered his own question and smiled timidly. But he didn't seem to be hitting on her, Meredith thought. Probably he was just feeling lonely, and happy to find a fellow English speaker.
Outside of the café, the indistinct shape of the Culture Palace loomed in the twilight. It wasn't as ugly as many people made it to be, Meredith often told herself. Yet today, as the chill of the crisp autumn day was turning into cold, the city looked more inhospitable and incoherent that it had ever had. Meredith now wished she hadn't accepted Marcie's invitation, especially as fifteen minutes had passed since the time of their appointment, and Marcie was nowhere to be seen. But Meredith's husband often worked so late these days, and she had welcomed a request for company from a fellow embassy wife.
"...It was a gift from Uncle Joe to the Poles." the Englishman went on.
"I know." Meredith nodded politely.
"You're American, aren't you?" he went on.
She began to feel uncomfortable, practically alone with a stranger, even in a café inhabitade predominantly by Westerners, with the night creeping in and the wind shaking the leaves of the trees in the square.
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