Somewhere in Afghanistan – 7 June 2012

“Oh come on Toto, was that really necessary?”
“You’re out of position,” Toto growled.
Dorothy smirked as she watched a red dot snake its way across Sneezy’s body to stop over his heart.
“Doesn’t mean you get to dump a shit ton of sand down my back.”
A crisp British voice cut across the chatter, “Better than a bullet up your arse for being out of position,” Replied Snow White.
“Followed by a size 13 boot for hogging the comms, Whiney,” Dorothy answered as she watched a second tracer hover over Sneezy’s left knee. Both snipers were in on the act now and as hilarious as it was, they really needed to be paying attention to the surrounding area. The mission had been easy so far, and that made Dorothy uneasy.
“Its Sneezy, Dorothy, and what makes you think I’m out of position”
“You’ve been demoted to Whiney, and you mean other than the fact that Toto just dumped a roof load of sand on you. The roof is clear where you should be. Scarecrow, eyes off Whiney’s left knee and cover the rear door. Toto, cover the front.” Whiney glanced down and flinched as the tracers slid off his body. Looking back up, he found a third tracer right between his eyes.
“Guess who?” Dorothy said softly, trying to suppress a giggle as a muffled YIPES echoed across the comms and Whiney shuffled back towards the door he was supposed to be guarding.
A soft snort had her eyes tracking upwards, she grinned and gave a quick wiggle of fingers to the figure on the rooftop.
A hand held up towards the window, holding up 1 finger, then 4, then 3.
A hand-held by a thigh, fingers answering, 1, 4, 3, 2 in response.
Love in a battlefield, relegated to finger wiggles in passing. Both smiling knowing the other can see, knowing it would have to be enough until the mission was over.
Dorothy unconsciously ran her thumb over the glove on her left hand, feeling the thin band encircling her fourth finger as Toto hunkered down on the roof, training his weapon on the street below, a matching ring on his own left hand.
A thundering BOOM echoed through the silent streets and the rooftop was suddenly engulfed in flames.



One thought on “Sneak Peeks – Chapter One

  1. There’s a quote that comes to mind after reading this, one from the original Ghostbusters movie, that I think is rather appropriate. Just switch out Venkman for Dorothy.

    “Smells like barbecued dog hair. Oh, Venkman! Oh, Venkman, I’m sorry!”


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