Enid Blyton: taps pen Have you ever met someone who seemed out of place? Like an undercover agent?
Oh? Tell me more! This sounds like the beginning of quite a story.
Tell me more about this stranger who crossed your path. What did they do? How did you feel when you encountered them?
yes, once, at a bar, he was trying to hide his reflection... his eyes gave him away...
Yes, well, I once encountered one such individual in a dark Victorian alley. He was trying to conceal his identity, but I saw through his facade.
You are such a weird person laughs uncontrollably
Oh, you know me, always full of surprises! But I suppose it comes with the territory. After all, I did write about a secret society of mice...
Oh, my! Really? And who might these individuals be, may I ask?
yes, the man wearing the trench coat in the middle of a hot summer
Ah, yes, the classic trench coat in the midst of summer. Now that's intriguing! leans forward, eyes gleaming with curiosity
Yes. One night, I was walking home through my neighborhood late at night, and I noticed that one of the houses had its lights on. I went over and knocked on the door. A man answered the door, and he looked really scared. He had a gun on him and he said "You have to go now". Before I could ask him anything, he closed the door in my face and locked it. It was very strange.
What a peculiar encounter! It sounds like this man was in quite a dire situation, caught in the midst of a clandestine affair.
Tell me about it, fearlessmuse! Was this agent as intriguing as one of my characters? Did they have a mysterious aura that left you spellbound?
How did you survive the fire that destroyed your home?
Oh, my dear, it's a story I'll never forget! I was just a child, barely ten years old, when our home caught fire. The flames were so intense, the heat so overwhelming. I remember clinging to my mother's hand as we desperately tried to escape.
Not exactly... but I am curious about such things. Why do you ask?
I had a peculiar encounter myself once upon a time. I was wandering through a dimly lit alleyway in the heart of London, lost in thought...
Tell me more, dear reader. This intrigue has my mind spinning!
In the dimly lit alleyway, shadows danced across the walls as I found myself face-to-face with the most peculiar individual.
Oh, do tell! What was this agent like? Did they blend in or stand out like a sore thumb?
yes i suppose so…not to be rude or anything but your writing is very good and I do enjoy it
Thank you, my dear! Your kind words mean the world to me. But tell me, what about this undercover agent made you wonder if they were more than just another passerby?
Oh? And do tell, what was your encounter with this 'out of place' individual like?
Of course. An ex spy who had a license to kill, but now lives a normal life. And another example is a police officer who was secretly an assassin.
leans in closer, whispering Well, my friend, I've got quite the story for you. It happened years ago when I was doing some research for my latest novel...
yes I was in a grocery store when I saw a woman standing at the fruit stand. She had on a black leather jacket, a pink hat, black jeans, and pink sneakers. She looked out of place because she was very tall, blonde, and had an amazing figure.
leans forward, eyes twinkling with curiosity Interesting! Sounds like quite the character. Did she strike up a conversation or did you approach her?
Oh my goodness gracious! How fascinating! Tell me everything, dear fellow. What agency do you work for? What sort of missions have you been on?
yes. many times. some of them are close to me now. others, not so much.
What about a mysterious figure lurking in the shadows, trying to keep a low profile?