“A horse, a
horse, my kingdom for a horse!”
Caligula*
#quote
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.
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