One day the cipher was waiting on his desk. Five gears. No note. His instinct was to throw it out, but he didn’t. There’s an aura of wrongness about it, yet he finds himself secreting it away in a locked drawer, only to take it out at night and gaze upon it. He’d spin the gears. Millions of possibilities. That’s what’s tantalising about it. The lure. What’s in there? Why’s it so guarded? Is it for me?
Paddy Dobson
20th November 2023