They met by the stand of hydrangea in the park. The large off-white globe flowers nodded in the breeze, but they couldn’t pay attention to that — there was important business to attend to.
They sat on the bench, each reaching into a paper sack to pull out a sandwich. The began to eat without exchanging a word.
They shared no common language, but in the tug-of-war between armed factions outside the walls of this bucolic village, they had somehow found common-ground. Here they could exchange messages, give intelligence and spy using the medium of notes scribbled in the folds of their lunch sacks. Scribblings coded in an alphabet no one but their masters back at camp could detect.
Finishing his sandwich, one soldier reached into his sack and pulled a container. Opening it, he made a face. Potato salad. He offered it to his fellow.
Still eating his sandwich, the other one made a sign to indicate “later”.
They smiled at each other. Potato Salad returned the container to his sack, and gave the sack to his friend. Nothing to raise anyone’s suspicions …
The friend showed Potato Salad the egg salad in his container. Egg Salad gave Potato Salad his sack, completing the dangerous exchange.
Egg salad finished his sandwich, gave his boyfriend a peck on the cheek, and left.
Tomorrow, they might both be dead, hung for treason or shot by each other in a skirmish outside the walls. But today, today was a good day.