This week’s prompt shows a gloomy picture of dark clouds gathering, perhaps reflecting the mood of higher cost of living and possibilities of a renewed Cold War. Thanks to Na’ama Yehuda.
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Poisoned at Dawn
At dusk, Albert walked the alleys and paths around Battersea.
Although the bombing blitz of WW2 seemed a long time ago, he felt duty bound.
He wore a fedora now instead of the Warden’s helmet and had a George Medal pinned to his blazer.
He opened the Times and spluttered into his morning tea.
Everyone called him Daft Old Albert–but he was Sergey Makarov, a KGB Officer and sentenced to death.
The envoy in the newspaper photograph was his warning.
How close were they? He must keep his nerve and maintain the cover.
Has the MI5 mole exposed him?
James McEwan 