“A horse, a horse, my kingdom for a horse!”
Really I think someday we should get a university do a survey of woodchucks asking them how much wood they could chuck so that we could put the issue to rest. Anyway onto the flash fiction!
The Bugged Office
The politician's secretary always wondered who her boss talked to during those locked door meetings. They arrived before she did on certain dates and left at her lunch breaks. She never got to see them unlike nearly every other lobbyist. She was surprised that the politician would trust her with the identities of his other backroom dealings but not these ones. Who could it possibly be? According to the donations they were just housing contributors in the campaign. But what kind of people could be such disgusting roaches that even she couldn't be allowed to see them.
Over time her curiosity took over and she took a peek quietly and saw her boss talking to the most bizarre thing. Something she couldn't even believe was talking. A cluster of actual cockroaches spoke her boss with demands.
“In order to get our contributions you have to make sure the building laws fit our specifications as usual. They need to be livable and traversable by us. We have new designs that we will be sending to your personal email.” The cockroach noticed the secretary. “Who is that?”
“My secretary,” the politician replied.
“She knows too much.” The cockroach told him. The next morning the secretary would be found dead for her curiosity into the dark world of politics.