city

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

Flash Fiction: City

Around here, anything’s possible.

That is what I had heard about the city. I came here seeking riches. I found them. Lived like a king. But, like I said anything’s possible here. Did not take the city long to turn me into a pauper.

I will take the city back…


Prompt:

50 Word Thursday #32