In plain sight

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.”

“Yes Sir.” 

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.

Copyright TJ Paris

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.

 

Cupboard mishaps

Everything’s in place, layers of

neatly folded freshness. Monday morning the disorder

countdown beginnings. Friday evening: BOOM! 

Towels, Dresser, Cupboards, Room, Decor

A culinary exhibition fit for 

royalty: come in, eat, relax, explore every

cranny except that cupboard.

Court Cupboard 17th Century

Spick-and-span: my room is spick-and-span

neat and inviting, what’s that straining sound?

Cloth bombs in the cupboard?


Written in response to TJ Paris haiku challenge – cupboards.

Perpendicular similarities.

PHOTO PROMPT - ©Claire Fuller

“They are all located in the same place, serve similar purposes with no external difference, a continuous line of similarity. The content within, however, tells a different story, some contrasting as night and day; a continuous line of variations. Any point of intersection? Yes. Each house’s facts that can change life as we know it. It is not your job to know what lies within. It is not your job to question or understand any of it. But it is your job to guard it and all it concerns with your life. Understood?”


In response to Friday fictioneers writing challenge hosted by Rochelle.  The picture was provided by Claire Fuller and we are asked to write a 100 words story inspired by it. Thanks Rochelle for hosting it, see you next week.

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