James stood against the railing, feeling refreshed in his tuxedo.
It had been an arduous fortnight.
Tomorrow, disembark at Alexandria, then a plane ride back home to London.
A woman approached, dressed in an elegant ballgown.
‘Join me?’ she asked, offering a flute of champagne.
A boy ran between them and vomited over the side of the boat.
‘Too much buffet, Dad.’
James looked at his son. Some of the sick had landed on James’ trousers.
‘Sorry,’ James shrugged at the woman.
On the deck above, Phillips stood in a tuxedo, checked a roll of film was safe in his pocket, and sipped champagne.
Written as part of the Friday Fictioneers challenge hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields (more details HERE). The idea is to write a short story of 100 words based on the photo prompt (above).
To read stories of 100 words based on this week’s prompt, visit HERE.
You can read more short stories about the spy Phillips here: THE PHILLIPS SPY STORIES.
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