Momentary Aberration

by Crazy Cravat

Poppy Pomfrey agrees to help the Eight Army on their campaign in Egypt, in the summer of 1942, in hopes of escaping the shadow of what happened to her, but can she ever really escape? Sequel to "Psychological Warfare"

8. Such as Life

Lovely, now that little plain brunette has been watching me. Theodosia, I believe her name was. Too plain, too small, and too simple for my taste. She needs to be disposed of. Though, I'd rather not waste my time on her. Perhaps, she can be lured away. It may be a slight hinge in my plan, but I am willing to wait. The end result will not change

I must admit, it is rather amusing that she has so smoothly taken position to protect her friend. She's moved her tent right beside Poppy's. She has quite literally been tailing both Poppy and myself. I'm surprised she hasn't moved into Poppy's own tent. I wouldn't be surprised if she eventually does, and sits guard at the foot of the cot like the little bitch she is.

Dear me, my thoughts have quite run away with me. I must concentrate. I will not let this little twit stand in the way of my plans. Now, let's see, how to distract this little blood hound. So many possibilities, so little time. Pity, she does amuse me, though not enough to merit an interlude. Such as life.