A tête-à-tête with Jeffery Archer... 100 Words on Saturday 2014 - # 16

"Aren't we sometimes prisoner's of our births?" I asked him.

"Only time can tell" Jeffery said.

"But I want to go to heaven not hell!" I pleaded.

"That is best kept secret. There are many paths to glory but it would be a matter of honour if you strive to be first among equals. I cannot give you a false impression but just suffice to know that there will always be a twist in the tale which will give you a clue beyond reasonable doubt. To cut a long story short, it’s all in the da vinci code” he winked.

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Written for the write tribe prompt "Your favorite author and what you’d like to discuss with him or her." as a part of 100 Words on Saturday. 

Your call..

She looked up and spotted the familiar face from sit out on the first floor of Babu’s old age home.  She smiled. You couldn’t miss that man-child even if you wanted to.

He picked up his end of the tin-can telephone, ‘What’s that, Meera? That?’ pointing to her bag.

 ‘I’ve got some food for all of you.’ She spoke into the other end.

‘Food? For me? I’m hungry, very hungry. I want food.’ He climbed on the railing, in an attempt to reach her, still holding the tin-can telephone.

‘No, stop uncle. I’ll come upst…..’ 

But it was too late.