Written for the Friday Fictioneers. Story begins after the photo from Sandra Crook.
Word Count: 100
Italian intelligence liked to pass vital objects embedded in food. A key reason Kent requested this posting.
As he stood looking over the Coliseum, a passing vendor offered him conchiglioni. Kent gobbled up the stuffed shell with relish.
“Idiote!” cursed the vendor. “That contained the data card!”
“Hmm. I thought it was kinda crunchy. Can you make another copy?”
The vendor spat. “Be here in three days,” and he trundled off, cursing.
Kent remained, enjoying the sights and smells. The longer the job took, the longer he stayed in Rome. He his smacked lips. Maybe they’ll try manicotti next time.
The Friday Frictioneers write up to 100 words from an image prompt, each week. Here’s this week’s prompt: http://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/2013/10/09/11-october-2013/