‘Will you stop hovering, Mike.’
‘What’s that note there?’
‘An idea I’m working on.’
‘And?’
‘I was seeing if … there was a pattern in the additives between ciphers. A double move.’
‘And?’
‘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:
Oh, I like that 'micro' view of the war, Rob. And, so often, that's how codes were broken and other breakthroughs happened.
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