“It’s was only a dream dahling, just a dream.”
A cigarette dangled from
which she placed between mine.
What was I to beleive?
I felt like hell.
Had I been drugged with truth serum
was this Hungarian bombshell telling me the truth…?
Being a spy was nothing like it
I am following a theme for Memorial Day all weekend. Hope you join myself and others in writing 55 words about something “Fictiony”.
Then post your creation at G-Man’s – Enjoy!