Visual Dare #10: Whimsy
I’ve been falling way behind in flash fiction entries in the past couple weeks, but on today’s snow day I got a chance to complete Angela Goff’s flash fiction challenge for the week. Make sure to check out her blog and follow her on twitter (@angela_goff) she’s always doing something interesting. 150 words of visual daring. Enjoy.
The meeting took weeks to setup. The negotiations over the smallest, most-obscure bits of protocol drove Sgt. Jemson nearly mad. The opposition was known for being slow to trust and paranoid. But the war was coming to a close. It was time to learn how to make peace with them.
“Do I have to touch him?” General Brigham whispered.
“I’m afraid so,” Sgt. Jemson said. “They’d consider it rude not to.”
“I know what you mean, Sir. There’s no telling where they’ve been.”
“Here they come. Pull my bodyguards back.” General Brigham watched the opposition advance, slow and steady. When their envoy finally reached out to extend his greetings, the General smelled it. A faint whiff, but distinct and met with murderous intent.
General Brigham roared in fury, “They’re not ambassadors; they’re assassins! Let slip the shells of war!”