Friday, April 4, 2025

Flash Fiction 42. Mode EL Agent C..

No one will ever see this post obviously, it will be distant, perhaps contained. I don't know if she will write to me or I will just find somewhere else to pay more or less for some quality. The weather is getting nice, you might find a vacation.

We exchange our distractions. I'll go this way, you can go somewhere other than wherever I am. The distance should be comparable. Flying in from anywhere. I wouldn't do it too often in winter, but there is no reason not to exist. I'm waiting to write, and occasionally I do it well, just to get them to tap on the clock.

Let me know if you know the directions. Don't trust today. For once, I might as well be myself. I'm being vague. It's information. And then more information. We have a separation. And they are searching for some detail, and elaboration that lasts till the weather changes. Should I use the built things or skip the interrogation. 

You look great, I'd compliment you more but then someone else would get upset. 


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