In My New, Imposing Uniform
this “polar madness”- cheekbones sharp as blades
- her gawky way of walking
- like ink in water
- like an awkward and unlucky lover
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In my new, imposing uniform I turned to my captive French spy. He cowered before my resplendency like an awkward and unlucky, loverless wretch in a cheap suit.
“Describe the Russian sister who sent you,” I demanded.
Beguiled by the small brass squirrels atop my epaulets, he forgot his earlier filibustering. “Her hair was long and pale blond, liquidy yellow, like ink in water.”
That described both Svetlana and Lyudmila. “Go on,” I said. Behind me, Aloysius was gathering up his many tools while his monk-like cohorts quietly entertained the children.
“Her hips were narrow, which I think added charm to her gawky way of walking.”
Again, that could be either sister.
“She had cheekbones sharp as blades, and shoulder blades round as cheeks. My need to make love to her was like the polar madness I experienced in my youth when l’Academie sent my team to l’Antartique, and I suffer with it still. Our consummation will be my reward for completing my mission.”
He was doing all this for her, whichever sister she was, and he’d never even banged her? This “polar madness” of his must have caused frostbite on his brain.
And I still didn’t know which sister had sent him.
bonus points for using them in reverse order