Anna Mendenhall

Anna Paige Mendenhall “A. Paige” Cell:-, Skype: apmendenhall639-1467 Matthews Mill Pond Rd. Angier, NC, US 27501 Bio: A. Paige is the typical millennial vagabond you expect to see camping across deserts, in dense mountain forests, and across icy lakes. “Teach, Research, Travel,” has been the motto in these extreme environs for the past four years, and A. Paige uses these experiences now to transport readers. As a burgeoning American ghost writer with talents ranging from the academic to the narrative, A. Paige loves to show parallels between the real, and the imagined, by explaining and demonstrating the complexities and symbolic pieces of reality. To Be A Spy Breathing inside a small space, nowhere to go as sweat pours down a petite face. Black and black, the outfit is too stereotypical, not even practical. But listen! Finally the fool leaves, wait a minute, now move. Get in, get what you came for, get out, the Hollywood motto seems to be right. Documents, photos, and on to the next office. Quick, quick like, quick. Now up and through, around, and finally down. Another outfit, another face, another day. Boss needs to pay, not normal to infiltrate on such a busy day. What would Parliament say? Walk, don’t rush, nothing to hide or see, down a busy street, and into a passenger seat. A few more bodies to join in the metal can, before leaving to see the old man. Make a call? No, just get to work. Observe, take note, and make up a new name. Signs, people walking on the sidewalks, corporations, and restaurants. Order the food, take off the wig and strange face. Chatter and laughter are like music in the air, but one can’t just sit and enjoy when there are criminals here. Leave, intercept, and destroy all notions of damage. Here is the new assignment: civilians, weapons, government, and a little magic. Like it will disappear overnight, but can the old force the young to commit, or will there still be the freelance charm? Sounds like genocide, but it could be the imagination, has nothing to do with the child,or personal redemption. Can the old force the young, or will there be a babysitter? Freelance, means independent. Work alone, no one to tag along. No one to know. Where are the rest of the colloquialisms and euphemisms? They escape the mind, but it still stays the same; Boss demands a partner, and the partner will remain. Not like there’s trust, huh? Jaded questions call upon the door, one to step inside, open and friendly, the other receives and builds a wall. Trust will only come with action, not empty words and broken verbal promises. So create a cover. A new persona, identity, or vision. Find a cello, and play music. Visit downtown, and listen to what’s in the background. Call a friend or family member, before the splitting dissolves what is real and what isn’t. Follow the line served by the government; interrupt, show the worst, reflect. There’s always new dangers beneath the old, and its strategic, not paranoid, to design and fortify against these threats. But that depends on your definition of danger, and what it means to be a spy.