For Sunday Photo Fiction 200 word challenge
Somehow there had been a blind spot in the satellite surveillance system – a freak twist of light and space – and the post box had sat hidden in the shrubbery just outside Maryville for over a century. Not only did this suggest that the latest technology wasn’t as perfect as thought, but when the Xops opened up the box they found what appeared to be existent pieces of analogue communication.
Unable to read the scripts – apparently they had been hand-made using pens and the fonts used were both eclectic and eccentric – they were delivered to Xquarters where a first-tier analyst confirmed that these were contemporary items. Somebody or somebodies had obviously been breaking the Xlaw!
Superficially the subject matter appeared to range from the sublime (declarations of love, promises to be faithful) to the ridiculous (references to the latest xelevision programmes, cleaning your water-maker).
Unable to establish any seditious content the files were passed up to a senior team of cryptologists for further analysis.
After twelve weeks its leader reported that no alternative sense could be made of the items.
Uncertainty was something the paranoid and drug-ridden William IV couldn’t accept and within days Maryville was vapourised.
Just in case.