Story 0599
May 21, 1941 2315 Paris
Anna Marie stretched. Her back released the tension that she did not realize it was holding. Today was a carefree day until she had seen a broken corner clock stuck at 4:53. That was her signal that dead drop number three was open for business for the next three days.
She blew out the candle after she put away her pen and paper. The paper contained a short shopping list of fresh vegetables, bread and the hope for a fish. Underneath the visible ink was three hundred words written with invisible ink. She spoke about train schedules, maintenance problems and the shipping of a division of German occupation troops back to the Reich. She also spoke of her new lover and how he was demanding more shells and more tires from Creusot and Michelin. She folded the note over itself four times until it was slightly smaller than a cigarette and placed it in her change purse.
Tomorrow she would use a dead drop in an alley near a brasserie by the Tuileries. She had walked past the establishment several times a week but had never entered. Tomorrow she planned on having a long day at work where a glass of cheap wine would be the only proper answer.
As she completed her prayers, she placed the small vial of invisible ink and the metal pen underneath a squeaky board in her floor.
Anna Marie stretched. Her back released the tension that she did not realize it was holding. Today was a carefree day until she had seen a broken corner clock stuck at 4:53. That was her signal that dead drop number three was open for business for the next three days.
She blew out the candle after she put away her pen and paper. The paper contained a short shopping list of fresh vegetables, bread and the hope for a fish. Underneath the visible ink was three hundred words written with invisible ink. She spoke about train schedules, maintenance problems and the shipping of a division of German occupation troops back to the Reich. She also spoke of her new lover and how he was demanding more shells and more tires from Creusot and Michelin. She folded the note over itself four times until it was slightly smaller than a cigarette and placed it in her change purse.
Tomorrow she would use a dead drop in an alley near a brasserie by the Tuileries. She had walked past the establishment several times a week but had never entered. Tomorrow she planned on having a long day at work where a glass of cheap wine would be the only proper answer.
As she completed her prayers, she placed the small vial of invisible ink and the metal pen underneath a squeaky board in her floor.
