Caught In The Fury

One came at him from behind, another from the side. The assault started only minutes ago yet to him it felt longer.

He recalled his father's war experiences. How as a mere twenty-year-old he was expected to carry out his country's mission. The horror of losing many close friends while he was able to return home haunted him to the end of his life.

The present situation was nowhere as difficult as his father's. The opponent stalled, giving him the chance to counterattack.

He leaped into a pile of paper, shaped sheets into airplanes. Aimed at his son.From Guest Contributor Krystyna Fedosejevs

Krystyna writes poetry, fiction, and creative nonfiction. Her work has been published at: Nailpolish Stories, 50-Word Stories, 100 word story, 101 Words, Boston Literary Magazine, From the Depths (Haunted Waters Press), ShortbreadStories, SixWordMemoirs, and Espresso Stories.

The Spy Who Couldn't Spell

Agent Baker scribbled fervently on his notepad. Dr. Kupfernickel would return any minute.

The footsteps warned him. He folded his note into the perfect paper airplane and launched it through the window just as the door swung open. Baker turned confidently to face his adversary.

The paper airplane glided across the square and into the waiting arms of Agent Donnelly, who quickly read the missive.

"Is this message encoded?" asked Donnelly's puzzled partner.

"Baker is dyslexic. He can't spell. He said to wait here until he gives explicit orders. So we wait here."

They found Baker's body two weeks later.