Friday Fictioneers is a group of bloggers who write 100-word stories after being inspired by a photo posted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. It is not a closed group; you can join in! We are allowed to use the photo in our post and encouraged to leave each other comments. I write my story before I read any of the other writers’ creations, although I do often read Rochelle’s post before I write mine since it is right under the photo of the week. This week’s story is 116-words long. I tried to cut it down, but I was afraid it wouldn’t make sense, or pull you in, if I cut anymore.
A Spy’s Lunch
Really? Thought Jay. Patriot’s Diner.
When the blonde waitress seated him, he asked for an Orange Crush and a plain hamburger.
The order was a signal to the manager that he was a spy and needed this month’s recording. The manager always put the USB in the bun.
Jay wondered if the waitress knew. He didn’t smile when accepted his food. He wanted to seem mysterious.
“Thanks hon’.” He said in a deep voice.
The waitress smiled and went on her way. Jay managed to eat the dry hamburger and get the USB in his pocket.
Later in the car, as he convulsed from the poison, he decided the waitress probably knew he was a spy.