11
THE ALJIBE
Richard tosses his pen on the desk. It skitters to rest beside his notepad. He takes in the odd angle and nudges it into alignment. The screen of his laptop stares back at him, the cursor arrow pointing at the end of a solitary paragraph, as if in mockery. He takes a slug of his gin and tonic, the second he's had this morning in the hope of stimulating his inspiration. So far, it isn't working.
The Aljibe is to be crime fiction. He has in mind a pretty young tourist out hiking one day, found floating face down in the aljibe at La Corona. Better give her dark hair. Short and curly to distinguish her from his Paula-like sleuth.
Of course, the police are informed and there's an investigation. His Paula would no doubt find the interference intrusive and damn annoying. Trouble
