Intrigue, mystery, curiosity. I’m on the case!
What could it mean?
Why was it here?
Who was it from?
Who was it intended for?
So many questions this TOP SECRET file generated in his mind.
He’d seen it poking out of the desk drawer, and couldn’t resist opening the folder.
The handwriting was exquisite, small, neat and precise, on a single page.
No other notes, graphics, or clues.
He absentmindedly picked up a pencil and started trying to decypher the text.
Lost in concentration, he didn’t hear the door open or his supervisor enter.
Suddenly sensing he was not alone, he looked up.
Completely flustered at being caught red handed, he just stood there waiting for the reprimand, or worse, he knew he deserved.
‘Any luck?’ she asked.
‘Er, no. Nothing. Couldn’t even get started actually.’
‘That’s OK then, I won’t have to shoot you.’
She laughed and added , ‘You should see your face!’
‘Sorry. I’ll put it back shall I?’
‘Nah, don’t bother. It’s only an old family recipe for Gherkin Pie handed down from my great great great grandmother who coded everything as she was a firm believer in culinary secrets.’