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Flash Fiction: Fool’s Treasure

This was it, the X on my map.

I had finally found it. The lost airship of the Nazis. Legend has it that this plane was carrying a chest. The chest held inside it, a collection or the world’s most priceless jewels. They were meant for the Fuhrer himself. However, the flight got lost in a storm and nobody ever found it. Few people know that one of the pilots survived the crash by bailing out. Fewer people know that he carried with him the key to the chest, but he lacked the drive and the courage to go back to his airship where all his friends had perished. I managed to obtain the map and deciphered the location after great trouble. And here I am. Oh wait. This is terrible.

Like a fool, I have forgotten the lost keys at home…


Word Count: 142

Prompt:

Menage Mondays Challenge Week 2×27

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