Jane Jago’s Daily Drabble – Two Hundred and Seventy-Six

The silverbacks called her ‘ball breaker’, and he knew he had been sent to do a hatchet job. The wry humour in her golden lioness eyes told him she knew it too, which shamed him.

But a job’s a job, and he sat opposite her recording every word and every nuance.

It would, he thought, be easy to smear her reputation with a tweak here and a spin there. 

Then something in the simplicity of her honesty caught at his throat and the principles he thought long dead awoke.

They read his piece as part of her Nobel prize citation.

©️jj 2019

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