#6

She hung the laundry to dry facing the sun. She poured a cup of coffee and sat, watching the other side of the lake through her binoculars, waiting for the signal, while trying not to fall asleep.

She woke, and it was dark. “Shit”, she thought, “did I miss it”? She didn’t know. If she let on that she missed it, she risks loosing their confidence or worse.

She paces, thinking, while glancing out of the corner of her eye, across the now choppy, black water. It’s colder. The wind picked up. It feels humid. The laundry wasn’t dry yet.

She gives up and turns to go inside to report, but in that split second, she notices the light flashing — the message — the signal.

She didn’t sleep well that night, though. “Must be the coffee”, she thought.