OMG! My belly feels giddy. No head for heights; not sure of my feet. But I said I would meet him wherever he said. Huh, I thought he’d pick somewhere roadside, where he could make a quick getaway. But nah, he said, Let’s make it apt.
Ah, here he comes. Looks like a regular hiker.
No greeting, no look, just a small nondescript bag dropped as he passes. Oh, that tinkle, music to the ears. But, follicles! It’s rolling. Oh please, please, stop. If I run I might trip. Oh, and now someone’s coming the other way. Drats!
Whoa, got it! And now to check on the goods. He’d better not have diddled me. Oh yay, oh yay! One hundred high grade sparkling diamonds. Perhaps these rocks aren’t such a bad place to meet. He could have said to meet on a glacier.
Written for What Pegman Saw: above Jamestown, St Helena