Jane Jago’s Daily Drabble – Seventeen

He lifted his flat cap and  scratched his head.

“Do I look like some cloak and dagger type?”

He indicated his boiler suit, and big oily hands.

“That’s the whole point…”

In the end they won, and MI6 gained a young giant with a steam tractor.

He functioned quietly for years. But even the deepest cover can be broken, and one day a Russian came – looking for a fight. He got what he came for, although not the outcome he confidently predicted.

Even the smell of cremating flesh can be camouflaged by oil and candy floss and cheap hot dogs…

©️jj 2018

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