“I Don’t Understand”
- Character – porn actress Turkish Delight
- Setting – vestibule of the time travel agency
- Object – camcorder
- Situation – need to find the black market
“I don’t understand.”
“Istanbul was Constantinople. Now it’s Istanbul, not Constantinople.”
“Just sell me a ticket.”
A notched blue card popped out of the slot in the counter.
“Two dollars.”
“Wow. Thought I was cheap.”
“We invest it hundreds of years ago. Compound interest…”
“Thanks.” Turkish Delight bent to pick up her bags, and every male in the room locked on like a radar defense grid. She slung the camcorder bag over her shoulder and surveyed the assortment of geeky tourists. The one in full plate mail caught her eye, but the logistics were alarming to consider. Loincloth, too far the other way… There! The Renaissance rogue. Very tasty.
Delight swayed over to him, enjoying his confident smirk at her approach. She batted her dark eyes.
“Hello,” he said, in a voice that made her knees weak. “You look familiar.”
Delight smiled shyly. “I get that a lot. My name’s Dee.”
“I’m Jacob.”
“Well, Jacob,” Delight purred, “I’m making a movie. Want to be in it?”
“Absolutely!”
“Great. Hope Constantinople is on your itinerary.”
“As a matter of fact, yes. When we’re done making movies, maybe you can help me.”
“Oh really? How?”
Jacob patted the bulging leather satchel hanging at this side. It seemed to shift a bit in protest.
“I need to find the black market.”