On the fly

We snuck out late at night. Ours was a secret mission. A mission my wife preferred not to have been asked to carry out. But she had been briefed by her leader. I went along to keep her safe and make sure the mission was successful. A sneaky mission and I was alongside the most law-abiding person I know.

No guns, no jemmies, no knives. Drawing pins were our weapons. Surreptitiously, we visited the three telegraph posts in the village, leaving them all violated. Posters for a charity art exhibition – flyposted illegally. We await the cops with trepidation.