Daily Flash Fiction Challenge 85: Car Parks

This is the 85th in a series of 365 Flash Fiction stories I’m writing. You can find out more about the challenge here.

Car Parks, by Jonathan L. Lawrence, 24th February 2013

Word count: 926

The story:

“You did what?” the general asked his facing turning red with anger, and confusion.

“They left me no choice,” the Prime Minister said. “They’re not going to do anything about it.”

“Not going to do anything about? You moron, you fired a nuclear missile at France. At Paris even!”

“Would have served them right if I’d turned the whole city into a car park,” the Prime Minister sat behind his desk non-plussed.

“They’re mobilising their military as we speak, do you not understand that was an act of war?”

“Please, what are they going to do? Throw garlic at us?” the PM asked dismissively.

“Well your government has cut the army down to the size of an SME, and the navy has less ships than a small transport company. I think they might fancy their chances. What were you thinking, you baffoon?”

“Careful General, do you know who you’re speaking to?”

“I’m not sure, I thought you were meant to be a ‘safe pair of hands’ or whatever it was you campaigned under,” the General said.

“They insulted me first,” the PM said, almost petuantly.

The General took liberties with the PM’s intercom, “Send me in the Cabinet Secretary, whomever of the cabinet you can muster,” he instructed to the bleagured secretary who had spent the morning fending off those very same individuals.

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Daily Flash Fiction Challenge 84: Unrequited

This is the 84th in a series of 365 Flash Fiction stories I’m writing. You can find out more about the challenge here.

Unrequited, by Jonathan L. Lawrence, 14th February 2013

Word count: 751

The story:

“This is such bullshit,” the man said throwing his arms in the air in frustration.

“Be that as it may, you’re still not allowed in. I have my instructions,” the man on security said.

“Come on,” the man said, getting angrier, “Look I have my invitation right here.”

“I have instructions,” the security man repeated unmoved by the man’s frustration.

“Fuck,” the man said, turning away. The security guard was easily six foot four, and well built, and he looked hard. Charging him wouldn’t help anything. The man walked back to the car and climbed in the passenger seat.

“Not go as planned Pete?” Sarah, the woman sat in the driver seat asked.

“Apparently someone warned the security guy not to let me in,” the man named Pete said, with a sigh.

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