Monday, March 25, 2013

Flash Fic post - a wee bit late

Siobhan Muir's flash fic contest was on Thursday, but I spent my weekend buried in rewrites and edits (and banana bread baking) and forgot to post my entry, which scored an Honorable Mention.

The prompt: "Any questions?"

The Tale....


“…and they’re not to ask any questions? None?”

“None. They wanted information, so I’m going to give it to them. But the first one to ask a question gets be charged with treason. You make it very clear to them this isn’t about the public’s right to know. This is about making sure that the three-hundred million souls currently inhabiting this country are still breathing in twenty-four hours.”

“I’ll see to it.” The Press Secretary peeled off from the group and nearly sprinted down a side hallway. I didn’t envy him his job. Then again, none of us had easy jobs these days. Funny how a few space craft arriving in near-earth orbit changed things.

“Travis, walk with me.” Oh joy, my turn to have some face time with our Commander-in-Chief. The others slowed, giving us a few feet of space. An illusion of privacy, but appreciated nonetheless.

“Yes, sir?”


“Nothing worked. We tried everything we could think of including a small nuke. Didn’t even mark the paint job.”

“Jesus. You’re telling me there’s no other choice?”

There it was, the question I’d been dreading. I took my time answering it, savoring my last seconds before I damned my soul to hell. “We’re going to have to comply with their demands, sir. Sacrifice a few to save millions.”

“No.” He shook his head and I felt the first glimmer of hope I’d had in days. “If that’s the price for our continued existence, I won’t pay it.”