Q stood at the bedroom window as the light of dawn was beginning to break over the London skyline. He watched the door of the vehicle opened and closed, car pulling away from the kerb. The moments they shared in the dark hours of the night, wrapped in each other’s arms were too few and far between for him.
But he needed to remind himself that they were both weapons in the hands of Queen and Country.
Their lives were not their own and never would be.
Appreciate and be thankful for those few moments in the dark where secrets, emotions, and dreams were whispered and shared only to be locked away again, as the light of dawn swallowed them and the world awakened again.
So today my youngest’s English teacher asked the class to write about what they’d see in the year 2390. My kid being my kid wrote a full page about her rotting corpse. When the teacher questioned her, she replied, “What?! There’s no way I’d still be alive then!”
Well, she has a good point. Barring phenomenal progress in medicine over the next 50 years…
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