Carnival of Space - Noir edition

Sorting Out Science host the Carnival of Space, and I can't resist linking to it.

It was hours too late into an already late night at the office when I heard the knocking. I gulped down the last of my drink, and opened the door. A tall, attractive woman stood in the hallway. It didn’t take long to find out what I was up against.

“I guess I can see why they call you ‘Shorty,’” she said.

She was apparently not hindered by diplomacy, and it was obvious that she had trouble written all over her. In other words, my usual sort of client.

Head over for some fun.