cara

Flash Fiction: The Misty Stone

“Boss!Can’t we take a break?”

Captain Gregory looked back at his squad and the sorry picture they painted. He sighed and nodded. Cummins turned back to his three comrades and gave them a thumbs up sign. The tired soldiers seated themselves on the marshy ground, atop what little firm area they could find. They were deep inside the jungle now, and the density of the fog showed no signs of thinning down. Captain Gregory spit out the gum he was chewing and replaced it with a fresh wad of gum. He walked up to his men.

“Five minutes is all you get. Then we continue.”

Cummins shook his head in disbelief.

“Boss, why are we rushing it so much? Why not wait until this deathly fog reduces? We have lost half our men trying to navigate the perils of this jungle in such poor visibility. All this just for a stone?”

The captain drew himself up to his full height.

“Son, you don’t even know the value of this stone on the black market. The thickening of fog only indicates that the stone is being moved to a secure location. We won’t get a chance like this for the next five years. I cannot afford to waste time like this. I want the stone, and I will have it, so watch me.”

Cummins got up, readied his weapon and whispered as softly as he could.

“I’m more afraid of what else is watching us right now.”


Word Count: 247

Prompt:

#MenageMonday Challenge – Week 2×39

Flash Fiction: Our City

Look out of the window.

What do you see? It’s our city, and it’s calling out to us. We need to be out there, every day, doing our bit. We can only get out there if your training is complete. Now, you are not a circus elephant with huge wings. You cannot fly. That is why it is crucial that you learn to swing accurately, and land perfectly.

Look in the window box. Do you see that gold chain dropped by that sweet old lady there? Yes, we need to retrieve it. You must be sure to land on the ledge, or else our careers will come to a quick end. Let’s quickly get this done with. That gold chain is as good as ours. Our city is indeed calling out to us.

It needs a better class of criminals…


Word Count: 140

Prompt:

#MenageMonday Challenge – Week 2×26