He stood in the street with a phone playing muzak. He took a deep breath.
He had asked his travel agent to set up this vacation in Zihuatanejo because he was a fan of the scene with Tim Robbins in The Shawshank Redemption. The street he stood on now, on his second morning in Zihua, reminded him not at all of that scene in the movie; in fact, little about Zihua was as expected.
ON HOLD IN ZIHUA BY STEVE HICKS 34TH PARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 03
The equatorial sun stunned his eyes as John Musso burst out of the café and into the quiet, narrow cobbled street. The face on the cell phone in his hand said 9:58, two minutes before the conference call was set to begin. He knew that Jenny in New York would initiate the call right on time, though he wondered if Malcolm in London could manage the same. In the meantime, he took in the street around him.
He had asked his travel agent to set up this vacation in Zihuatanejo because he was a fan of the scene with Tim Robbins in The Shawshank Redemption. The street he stood on now, on his second…