The Truth Of His Heart

1.My reflection betrayed nothing in the pocket mirror, checking one last check before he arrived. It was my armour, my war paint. It was only eight a.m and already the heat had plucked at my reserve, gathering damp patches at the small of my back and underarms. He welcomed it, rubbing his bearded cheek against … Continue reading The Truth Of His Heart

The Truth Of His Heart

(This came from my bemusement at the calls for a female Bond, when there was the Jolie vehicle Salt, but from there, it became about the interplay between victim and actor and who is who. I hope you enjoy it) 1. My reflection betrayed nothing in the pocket mirror, checking one last check before he … Continue reading The Truth Of His Heart

The Last Good Cup

Gabrielle sipped her espresso, unfiltered cigarette smouldering in the ashtray as she projected an air of glacial calm. The country was collapsing around her, echoes of larger forces clashing, rationing of essentials, bureaucracy calcified into inertia and citizens dazed and furious with the state of affairs.   Mission accomplished.   She had missed her exfiltration … Continue reading The Last Good Cup