Saturday, October 6, 2018

Cross-eyed and tired

‘Will you stop hovering, Mike.’

‘What’s that note there?’

‘An idea I’m working on.’


‘I was seeing if … there was a pattern in the additives between ciphers. A double move.’


‘I might have a way in. Or it might be nonsense. Here.’

She handed him a sheet of scribbles.

After a few minutes he placed a hand on her shoulder. ‘You’re wasted doing this, Helen. You should be running the war.’

‘All I care about is the war ending.’

‘Well, this is going to help with that. You’re a genius.’

‘What I am is cross-eyed and tired.’

A drabble is a story of exactly 100 words.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Oh, I like that 'micro' view of the war, Rob. And, so often, that's how codes were broken and other breakthroughs happened.