Barcelona, 1990

EYES ONLY

Our mission team assembled in the living room where I revealed the
plan. Our photo was a strange shot down a narrow cobblestone street
with a woman standing at the end. Star5, our explosives expert, would
keep an eye on the hostess and other party-goers. Inktea would
spontaneously compose an enigmatic note. I would do the book insertion
and take hopelessly blurry pictures. Then we synchronized watches.


I'm so sorry I had to
leave you. Yesterday was
too perfect. I wanted
to remember you with the
light on your hair.

Sorry I took your wallet.

Miss you always.
NEVER COMING BACK.

-Me