#DailyPrompt: Greetings, Stranger (ou la Beauté du Diable)

Greetings... I recognise him straightaway, even before he spoke. This time it was not the pretty woman, but a handsome man, the latin, middle-aged type, careful haircut, immaculate shirt, evidently educated and well dressed. His French was impeccable. He smile when he heard my name. I was determined to play along, for a little while. … Continue reading #DailyPrompt: Greetings, Stranger (ou la Beauté du Diable)