Through the Wire

maximum of 200 words inspired by this song title – Through the Wire.

I’m struggling to hear him, to catch exactly what he’s saying, his words coming through the wire, indistinct.
I lean forward, clamp the headphones tighter to my ears, concentrating hard.
The visuals look good though, promising, he’s leaning forward, a bubble of spit on his lips, excited.
Eager to walk away with her, kinky little sod
The girl’s doing a bang up job, I can feel his desire, his anticipation 100 yards away.
They’re moving out of sight,
Yeah, it’s happening, they’re doing a deal and it’s all on tape.

Well, they say politics is a dirty business, but what can I say, perhaps you shouldn’t start a moral clean up campaign, try and rubbish our man when you tastes are, now how can i put it, quite so specialist themselves.

I radio the girl, tell her to lose him, we’ve got everything we need through the wire.

Over and out.


About cathi rae

50ish teacher & aspiring writer and parent of a stroppy teenager and carer for a confused bedlington terrier and a small selection of horses who fail to shar emy dressage ambitions. Interested in contemporary fiction but find myself returning to PG Wodehouse when the chips are down View all posts by cathi rae

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