Carme's summer stories. July: Mountain refuge

While I was busy proofreading the 1669 pages of my opus magnum ‘Pre-Assyrian Philately in a Nutshell’, a gasp made me look up. My friend Sean was standing in front of me, as white as a sheet, staring at me with terror-filled eyes.
‘I need your help,’ he groaned. And he told me that he had been looking round an antiques dealer when a man in a white hat entered the shop. "The dealer seemed to know him, greeted him and asked what Mr. mayor was doing here. The man answered that he was attending to his secret business, turned round, our eyes met and suddenly daggers flashed in his eyes. The next moment, he pulled his hat down low over his face and disappeared."

photo: sa lluna

When I gave him an irritated look, Sean burst out: "Don't you understand, Tetrapilotomos? I have met Death in the guise of the mayor! But I know a refuge at L'Estany de l'Illa in Andorra. He certainly won't find me there. Please help me."
So I sacrificed precious time, and 15 minutes later Sean was able to be transported to his desired destination in a wormhole.

photo: Xavier Puyol

My friend's fear gave me no peace. So I decided to get some fresh air. Not far from the antiques dealer, I spotted the man in the white hat and confronted him:
"You scared my friend to death. Why?"

"I didn't want to scare him", he said. "I was just surprised to see him here because we have an appointment tonight at L'Estany de l'Illa."