Whitney Writes…

“Surely there is some way you all can keep her quiet,” Enid said.

“Too many people already know,” Able replied. “This Joanne woman, her husband, her children, her publisher, her editor, other colleagues. Countless of hundreds of people likely know. The Ministry would never be able to track them all down.”

“There has to be something,” Enid said again.

“We’re not going to have a sting operation against a thirty-something, mother of two writer,” Able said gruffly. His face fell as his gaze suddenly fell on Elliot, who had been doing his best to shrink his presence. Able had forgotten they had company. “Let’s just have that roast,” he sighed.

Inktober 2025, Prompt #11: STING🧡🖤👻🎃