9 years ago...
The ice cubes in my glass refract the hazy light of the Tiffany lamp above me in shades of amber. The smooth, complex flavor of the aged cask arouses my taste buds. There is music in my head, desolate, nostalgic, aching.
Images of graceful movement keep coming back. My feet are re-tracing newly-learned dance steps under my bar stool. Who knew that taking a dance lesson could bring such exhilaration and longing to someone like me? Is this what I have been missing all this time in my hermit life of an early-retired CIA agent? Dance!?
An elegant shadow glides onto the stool next to me, accompanied by a faint scent of jasmine. The lady casting it is tall, thin, with long, raven-black hair. She is one of the students in the dance class I had just taken. She is, in fact, the first person I noticed when I entered the crowded studio. She may very well have been the reason why I stayed.
She orders a glass of red, then sits up, back straight, gaze forward, face angled ever slightly towards me.
I glance at her. She glances back. Her green eyes shine like emeralds.
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The Heart's Eye
ActionThis is the third story in a series about Sherman Black, a retired CIA agent with some unusual skills and a passion for dancing. We first met him in Back to Black, a story, where, in order to save the life of the lady he loved, he had to expose the...
