Day – 39a

Once again, I can go back to planning for my story.

Where?

The description he’s given is a small country that used to be a French colony, but in this day and age, colonialism is frowned upon.

It’s run by an installed president, you know, the sort the CIA prop up, one who takes all the money and keeps it himself, or shares with his puppet government, a country where it’s chief of police is a Frenchman, where the head of the military is the one who really runs the country, along with his secret police.

An interesting set of characters.

So, nothing like having a human rights conference in the middle of a country that abuses human rights.

It’s in the Middle East, tucked away near all those interesting countries like Iraq, Iran, and Egypt, one that is strategic for the superpowers to nurture.

And somewhere in the country, the previous opposition leader, and human rights campaigner, an old man who was arrested by the regime and no one knows where they’re holding him.

The British, the Americans, and the Russians all want to ingratiate themselves so there will be a little currying favour going on during the conference.

Yes, diplomats, and others, use the cover of the conference to make overtures.

Our protagonist…

He’s there to watch over the conference headliner, a woman he used to date way back before he became a spy.  His mission though, is to do it so she doesn’t know he’s there.

And let’s throw in a wildcard, the woman’s daughter who is as angelic as she is feisty, a girl he meets before he knows who she is.

So, one more thing before we get to set the scene, he needs an occupation, one that can take him anywhere and everywhere, a profession that rarely brings attention, or someone more than is bargained for.

Yes, he’s a reporter. This is a credible profession in which he is known and has verifiable articles that can be found and read. Yes, he can write.

I like to think that at the end of his useful life, there will be a book or two to supplement the pension.

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© Charles Heath  2025