My original idea for Friday Fictioneers turned into an 1800w short story which I had to keeping going with while it was flowing! (It’s here if anyone wants to read it)
This is my second and significantly shorter attempt, a bit more light-hearted, though I gather a real, actual problem in some places 😉
Thanks to ©Fatima Fakier Deria for this week’s photo prompt and to Rochelle for hosting this group so well and so patiently week after week.
To join the challenge by writing a 100w story inspired by the photo, click here
To read other contributions, click on the Blue Froggy
“These are targeted attacks,” insisted the city councillor. “I saw them myself. Children are especially vulnerable.”
His own party shuffled in embarrassment. The opposition tittered. Headline writers rubbed their hands in glee.
No-one noticed young Fred leave his City Hall listening post to bring his report to HQ.
High Commander was grave. He called all comrades to HQ immediately. He needed to tell them to be more discreet or the whole recolonisation operation would be blown.
At the seafront, Ella screamed as the gulls gathered, but then smiled in relief when they all flew to the clifftop. Was it finally safe to eat ice-cream?