The Letter

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Whew! That was close. She’d succeeded in shaking them–at least for now.

The castle loomed ahead. She had to get there. Her uncle’s dying words were, “Take…the…envelope…to…Sir Neville Langdon. He’ll be at the…castle.”

The letter was a matter of national security. If it fell into the wrong hands…

The knock on her window startled her. It was a police officer.

“Step out of the car, Miss.”

“But, why?”

“Do as I say, Miss.”

She acquiesced.

“Your driver’s license, Miss.”

She gave it to him and as he took it, she noticed the ring on his finger. Terror seized her.

100 Words

This post is for the Friday’s Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. You can find this week’s prompt here. To read other stories or to participate, click here.

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