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Post 1552. Sunday June 18

Sunday Photo Fiction

I don’t miss much. Eagle-eyed, me. I should become a spy. I’d sit outside a café reading a newspaper with two holes cut in it to peep through. I could watch people’s reflections in shop windows. I could climb on roofs to get a good view; but then again, I don’t like heights.

What fun it would be to wear a false beard and moustache or pop a wig on my head! And I could have one of those big magnifying glasses!

I’d listen in to people’s calls and intercept their mail. I’d phone suspects with a handkerchief over the mouthpiece, and put on foreign accents. I’d have a little camera in my collar and a tape recorder in my hat!

I’d hide in wardrobes and under beds to see what mischief people are getting up to!

I could pretend to be a chauffeur and listen to secret conversations, or a cleaner so I could search through filing cabinets. I’d take photos of secret documents and take down numbers and addresses. 

I might even dress as a woman! Perhaps not!

Yes, I’d love to be a spy.

My little bit of silliness was suggested to me by this week's picture at Sunday Photo Fiction.