H.K. Ambrose

Q is for Curiosity

We’d never met in person before, but I had heard of Mr Fei Dan. He doesn’t blink as he sits at the far end of the train carriage, watching one of his guards scan the E-watch on my wrist. After a second or two, the scanner flashes as a new screen appears, lighting up the guards face. I wonder if he notices my racing heart rate.