Thursday, July 25, 2013

Dot (Prompt Fiction)

Found on Google Images. I own nothing. 


“…it’s a dot.”

“A red dot.” Camaris corrected. “You don’t see those kinds of dots everywhere and if you ever see one of these, I hope you duck.” She tucked a strand of hair around her ear.

“Duck? Isn’t it dance?”

“No, that’s a song. This is life and death. Probably more death than life.”

“…why do we always have to talk in code?”

“Because you’re an idiot that can’t be bothered to check his email.” His handler grimaced. “Just try to pay attention from time to time? There are lives on the line here.”

“Yours or mine?” The spy wanted to know. “I’m not doing it on purpose, Cama. I just don’t think they’re right.”

“You don’t have to agree. You just have to do as you’re told.” Camaris stretched. “Now, I’ll meet you two weeks and four days from now. You know the standard time?”

He gave her a look. “I always know the standard time.”

“Scrap it. We’re using Pacific.” She stood, shouldering her messenger bag. “Stop looking in my direction and go buy a coffee five minutes after I leave. Your mission will be uploaded by then.”

“Yes ma’am.” he watched her leave anyway, looking for something that she hadn’t seen. And when he saw the tiny red dot appear on the left side of her navy jacket, right below the shoulder, he lurched forward from the park bench and tackled her to the ground.

(c) Sara Harricharan
A/N: Kinda feeling in a spy mood and I first thought of the dotting tool used in fancy manicures and then I was like, who would actually follow that? So I switched into Spy mode and...tada! Thanks for reading. 


Yvonne Blake said...

Ooooohhhh...what suspence!