During his service, Jim was told that defeat was unacceptable, that their mission was to help ensure democratic rule of the tiny island nation. He always assumed they were doing the right thing for the right reasons. Unfortunately, political and military leaders are, more often than not, pathological liars.
tune / cart / exam / knot / quarter
He tried to whistle a tune to calm his nerves. No luck. He looked at his watch for the tenth time in as many minutes. A quarter to one. His stomach was in knots. He'd dreamed of this day for so long. And by the end of the afternoon, he was gonna be allowed to drive more than just scooters and golf carts, if he had any say in the matter.
counterculture / cream / smoke / PIN / deny
Where had she gone wrong, she wondered, as she stirred extra cream into her Starbucks latte. She lit up a smoke the minute she was out the door; she relished her last rebellious stance. She had a SIN number, a PIN number, more passwords than she could ever forget, and a new "smart" ID card that held her deepest biometric secrets. It was no use denying it: one of the 80s counterculture's greatest icons had fallen prey to the Man. She had been absorbed into the System.
cell / dynamite / kit / nausea / doll
She huddled in the dark alley, waiting anxiously to rendez-vous with her contact. The stench of urine was overwhelming. She fought back a wave of nausea and watched passerbys from the shadows: an elderly couple, a gaggle of boisterous teenagers, a stressed-out executive on a Blackberry, a harried soccer mom and her child, dragging behind her a limp rag doll. How it would all change. When Stavros arrived, he would provide the last element for their bomb kits. Once assembled, they would detonate with forty times the force of dynamite. Their cell may be the smallest of the network, but they were certainly going to make an impact.
In six, these days: I'm still the only one rowing.
Today: Some itches are better left unscratched.
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