While Janx doubted the sincerity of her offer, if it were truly possible Talanda was willing to discuss terms for discontinuing her psionic attacks on him, he had no choice but to pursue the possibility.
Entering the jazz club, his practiced eyes noted the man sitting in the shadows at a corner table. When it became painfully obvious this was Talanda’s agent, it took all of Janx’s considerable self-control to not scream with unbridled rage.
The man’s face was so wrinkled and wizened to appear to be made of old leather. It seemed etched with a dozen lifetime’s worth of indescribable experiences. His body was hunched as if bearing the weight of the entire world upon his narrow shoulders. In this case, appearances truly were deceiving.
As with all of Talanda’s species, Chronosans aged in reverse. How dare she insult him by sending a mere…boy…to discuss matters of such import!
This story was written for the weekly Visual Dare flash fiction prompt: engraved. As a personal challenge, I have been stringing the prompts from week to week into an ongoing story. This marks the 16th such and previous installments may be found here.