A Prickling Sensation
She emptied the glass, then poured herself another. While she sat on the tiny Paris balcony, something worked in her brain like a burglar picking a lock, waiting for the pins in the tumbler to fall into place. Click—the lock opened—someone had been in her hotel room. Not the maid, she was in earlier today. No, this happened more recently, after she left to buy the wine.
She was Night Hawk fierce, but she was also like a migratory bird. Something told the wild geese it was time to fly. Some clue that humans did not sense or see—more that the slanted light, the dropping leaves. She sensed something, too. And it was time for her to go. Now.
I have no companions on this flight. My only V will be one for victory. I’m getting closer, she thought.
A continuation of my Prosery spy series for dVerse. The line we are to use :
“Something told the wild geese
It was time to fly.”
–Rachel Lyman Field, “Something told the Wild Geese”
If you want to read it, the previous episode is here.