Prompt ….
This week’s photo prompt is provided by Graham, author of the blog, grahamisjustmyname. Thank you Graham!
A foreign-correspondent posted to the capital of an iron-curtain country felt lonely and despondent one evening. Looking for some food and a drink he walked down to the hotel-bar. Music, loud-laughter and his instinct for news led him to the lavish banquet hall. He chose a lone table and sat down to enjoy the birthday celebrations of a minor party official.
Soon he was joined by a lady in early thirties. A few drinks, some snacks, chit chat and it was 11.30 – official time for closing of such places. Both of them wanted a few drinks more and there were no public places that would be open. The rooms were heavily bugged. So they decided to go for a drive … the foreign-correspondent had a bottle in his car. After a few drinks down a dark alley they fell asleep in each other’s arms.
A passing car woke them and the foreign-correspondent wondered where the secret police is?
In your arms replied a sleepy voice.
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Thank you Priceless Joy
Yarnspinnerr 
Hahaha! He tried to get away from the secret police and they were with him the whole time! LOL! Great story!
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Thank you.
I guess the Secret Police like to have fun and romance too. Fun story.
I suppose they too are human. Thank you.
A lovely human interest story.
@Samantha/samratkel from
Shadow Realities
Thank you.
Well the secret police now have more intimate secrets.
Yes they do have a dossier on all citizens. Thank you.
score one for human nature…that fickle thing.
ellespeth
Fickle and unpredictable.
Thank you.