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Submitted to Contest #68
Caught in the Middle You can call it spy-craft, operations, or technology surveillance, but all too often it’s more precisely called luck—dumb luck. At least that is how James Bright assessed his recent experience—dumb luck; but he would take it. He remembered his first FBI course in clandestine operations. The syllabus cover had a picture of a shiny red apple. The second page was a rotten wormy apple core with the statement, “today’s apple is tomorrow’s core.” Such was the nature of o...
Submitted to Contest #64
A Country Interlude James was enjoying the day. Odd circumstances had brought him to the Scottish border town, but the day was cloudless with a mixture of the scent of peat and new-mown hay wafting from the moors. His rented Mini-Cooper ate up the narrow country lanes like a hungry beast. He could not help but wonder at the circumstances that brought him to the United Kingdom. Only yesterday he was commuting to work in Manhattan along the choked highways of New Jersey. Then he received ...
Submitted to Contest #63
A Special Brew Nat awoke feeling the chill. After a warm September, he had yet to begin to heat his apartment, but now there was a coolness in the air and a definite harbinger of the coming winter. In mid-October, fall had definitely arrived—not only on the calendar, but also in Nat’s aching muscles. After arising and getting his morning shower he descended to the street and heard the sound of rakes and even, at an early hour, the sme...
Submitted to Contest #59
Relocation On this sunny day, the shoreline was to the starboard as the sun began to settle over a vast expanse of water, lowering to a distant shoreline, miles to the west. The sloop’s sails were furled, and the two-masted vessel lay against the lee side of the island. She was ready for duty, with the cannons charged and the crew anxious for action. In the waning hours of the afternoon, Captain Benjamin watched for the Queen Anne’s Revenge to appear in the setting sun. Benjamin was the swashbuckling young captain of a rea...
Submitted to Contest #58
Lights Out The CIA station office should be a busy place, but Dan’s cubie rarely saw any action. He only received communications regarding Baltic state trans-oceanic communications. He passed the time most nights reviewing his Rosetta Stone App to try to gain fluency in different languages and dialects. Then everything changed. There was a sudden maels...
Submitted to Contest #55
Sam Newsome Sylvie and Pike The family was gathered at the New Year. The patriarch of the family, old Sam, was now ninety-five years old and had the entire large family crowded in the living room for the traditional story-telling. “Children, I have a story for you, perhaps it’s more of a confession, but if I don’t tell this now, the entire story may be lost forever.” &nbs...
Submitted to Contest #52
Sam Newsome 1161 words Family Matters This warm spring day was made for being outdoors. The afternoon rays of light played on the swing sets as an unseasonably warm breeze rustled the early foliage overhead. Doc sat on one of the well-used park benches as he watched an energetic young girl chase butterflies across the playground. The idyllic scene is only momentarily interrupted when a young mother approaches pushing a...
Submitted to Contest #49
The Sorting Saddam Hussein (b. April 28, 1937; d. December 30, 2006) Gerald R. Ford (b. July 14, 1913 d. December 26, 2006) God must have a great sense of humor, or at least an appreciation of irony. Allow your imagination to roam regarding events of a few years ago. Envision a large anteroom. This is a typical r...
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