(The title's Swedish)

Written for ErynPotter's 100 stories under 100 words challenge.

I used the prompt Bright.

Word-count: 99


Remus walked down the hot streets of Kairo.

Felt dizzy.

Food. He had to find somewhere to eat. And drink.

Why did he put on so many cloths?

Unbearable weather.

Dry throat.

Eventually Remus managed to find a nice looking restaurant.

Thought it took him a while to order.

A young man came up to his table. He had a bottle in his hand. "You're British", he said. "May I…?"

"Sure."

"I'm Bill."

"Remus."

Bill poured them both a drink. "Vacation?"

"Yes."

Remus didn't know what to believe. This Bill looked at him in a funny way. Smiled, bright.