Each Sunday, post six sentences from a writing project — published, submitted, in progress, for your cat — whatever.
Today’s Sunday Six comes from another part of Tales of the Centennial Chihuahua. Isabella and Mada are carrying a troop of Firestar Girls when they get stopped by Imperial Customs for inspection.
The officer looked at the tablet. “The manifest says you have a case of the Grasshopper cupcakes. Show them to me.”
Ginger glanced at Gretchen, then started digging in the cargo pod. “Are you sure?” Gretchen asked. “It’s not a very popular flavor. It’s probably not a great name, it’s mint and chocolate. We only have one case, for this one customer who really likes them.”
Ginger pulled out the case, four log-shaped boxes packed together. “Excellent,” the officer said. “I shall take them.”
“But what about our customer?” Gretchen asked nervously.
“Imperial Customs Regulation 714.4(b) allows me to claim a reasonable amount of any cargo for inspection. I wish to personally inspect these cupcakes. Your customer will have to wait for the next shipment.” She beckoned one of the Stormtroopers forward; he holstered his blaster and took the case from Ginger’s nerveless fingers.
The officer handed the manifest tablet back to Mada, then led the Stormtroopers off of the Chihuahua. The airlock sealed behind them. Isabella was returning to the cockpit when she heard one of the Firestar Girls crying.
“I’m sorry,” Mada was saying, resting her hand on Milly’s shoulder. “Nothing we could do. We’ll have to tell your customer that the Imperials confiscated their cupcakes.”
“That’s not the problem,” Gretchen said. “There’s a secret message in that case. We used a flavor nobody orders as cover.”
Mada looked over at Gretchen flatly. “Secret message. Let me guess. You’re working for the Rebels?”
Gretchen paused, then nodded.