Beatrice stepped out of the shower, rubbing her black hair vigorously with a towel. The spring sunshine glinted down the corridor from the full-length windows. At the end of the corridor, a white, rectangular object sitting square on the doormat caught her attention.
She dropped the towel on the sofa, and strode down the corridor, bending gracefully to pick up the envelope. An envelope with the Queen's head, postmarked three months ago. Black lettering beat into her irises.
Beatrice Deft, International Publishing Consultant
Melbourne
Australia
The quality of the paper and the gsm were unmistakable. She had been called again.
A new mission.
She hurried into her bedroom, and started to throw clothes into a bag. It was too late to get the boat. She'd have to fly.
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The COP26 Kabuff: A Beatrice Deft Short
Short StoryThe world of international book fairs has ground to a halt for over a year and a half. But when Beatrice Deft, International Publishing Consultant, receives a summons to Scotland to attend an even bigger and - some might argue - even more urgent eve...
