the secret rendezvous pier

The Secret Rendezvous

He checked the classified ads in the newspaper. It was how his handler communicated with him.

The ad said “Northern end of the pier. 10 pm. Monday. RW”

RW was his handler. He passed the information he stole from his office to RW who passed it to a foreign power in exchange for a wad of money.

He set out for the pier at 9:45. It was only a short walk.

He turned up his collar against the cold. A thin layer of frost covered everything making the road dangerously slippery.

There was hardly anyone on the road. How could there be? It was such a freezing might.

The pier was deserted. All the better, he thought.

But where was RW? He was always there before him.

As he waited he grew more and more suspicious. Suddenly, he heard footsteps behind him.

A pair of strong arms grabbed him from behind. Something with a sickly sweet smell was ptessed against his nose. That smell was the last thing he remembered before he passed out.

What happened next?

How do you think the story ends?

Please let me know in the comments section below.

Written for these word prompts:


RDP Friday–frost

Your Daily Word Prompt–suspicious


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13 thoughts on “The Secret Rendezvous

    1. I think they were the bad guys.
      Probably the spy was no longer useful for them so they might have decided to nab him and bump him off.


  1. He wakes up in the back of a windowless van, tried down to the floor. One man sits back there with him, a gun to his head, while another man drives. There are no seats in the van. They end up driving for hours, and throughout the hours he is filteres information slowly. He finds out he’s being held for ransom. Then he finds out his family and police are looking for him while trying to negotiate with the kidnappers. But then he learns the awful truth, that the ones behind his nightmare are closer to home than he thinks…


    1. OMG
      You have written more and better than I did.
      I think I will do a re boot of the story with your part included.

      I will credit you for it of course.



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