The Name

Luiz L. S. Neto

It has been a long, cruel night.
The tropical rain rages against the door and windows of the small shady store; the smell of iron is absolute in the air. Cowed in fear at a corner of his own establishment, the shopkeeper looks at you with fearful eyes. He is old enough to be your grandfather, with a long white beard showcasing his age.
The shopkeeper's voice is shaky, as he says "Who... who are you, mister? I have done nothing, I swear!".
"I am not a 'mister', old man. I am a lady, and you call me madam" you reply
"Good to see you have manners. You are in deep trouble, sir."