They sit around the table, three casually dressed men peering over open pages with avid interest. One takes notes as he reads, the other chews silently on an apple and the third, he spends twenty seconds of each minute starring at the unopened books as though they inspired him.
Nothing strange about the scene, except it was hours past midnight and they hadn’t gained access by asking nicely.
“Captain I have completed the task, Sir.”
“Good. You’re certain the code will not be easily deciphered.”
“I am certain, Sir.”
“Lieutenant take a look at it and ensure the details are as desired.”
An hour later.
Handing over the documents, he said “Everything is as it should be Sir.”
“You may return to base, I’ll handle the rest.”
He conscience sought for peace. How the words peace, and humanity could have narrow or all encompassing meanings depending on where you were and who was speaking was beyond him. His job as a lieutenant was proving tougher than being on the front lines.
For some reason all I could see from the photo was covert meetings in unsuspecting venues.
In response to the writing challenge flash fiction for aspiring writers hosted by Priceless Joy click on the link to visit the blog. The photograph is from TJ Paris (interesting photo can’t wait to see all the stories it inspires) and the challenge is to write a 100 – 150 words (+/- 25 words) story inspired by it. Do click on the link for other stories.