Sunday Six

Six sentences for Sunday, March 9th:

You were Alfa, I was Whiskey. Your Watson, your Moneypenney, I was.

You appeared to me in a dream the other day, unchanged, the very picture of a femme fatale. You said, ••••  •   •—••   •—••   ———, •——   ••••   ••   •••   —•—   •   —•——, as if you’d never left. It seemed to take forever for your message to come through, but when it was complete, I just sat there, my pencil poised above the paper, unmoving. Was it that I couldn’t decipher the code, or that I didn’t want to?

Advertisements

2 Comments

Filed under Fiction

2 responses to “Sunday Six

  1. Lee

    HELLO, WHISKEY!

    6 of my most favorite sentences, hello.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s