It is worth saying that this short lives up to the name of a short story. It is more a flash fiction than anything else I could label it. We were tasked with writing the manifest content of our peer's selected item and letting the others come up with the latent, or interpretation and meaning. Hope you found it as weird as I did as a writer studying dreams for a short while.
The Royal Air Force Flight Lieutenant, the Scotsman Andrew MacDonald, and appointed Intelligence Chief of Stalag Luft III, left the warmth of Hut 106 and closed the door conspiratorially behind him.
