feniangirl1916
Sign and signified. Semiotics. A smile, a nod, a glint in the eye. Cold words to shatter the silence. Hope flickering. A misunderstanding. Interpreting the sign, the signal, without the signified.
Cormac turned his key and opened the deadbolt. The room beyond was filled with munitions collected over lifetimes. Lifetimes that were short and bloody. Cormac scanned the room looking for the Sten that Diarmuid had used in the last raid, eyes roving over a collection that included Mausers that had not only seen action at 1916 but under Kaiser Wilhelm I as well.