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“Beware of pretty flowers” our jungle combat instructor had
drilled that message into us in the academy.
But that was in training. Now
here I am, in the lair of El Jackalo, the famed terrorist. My brother in arms and I dropped off at the
border this morning. Using our skills we
have navigated this horticultural nightmare where danger lurks at every turn.
It was the glimpse of the famed guardian mothers that caused us to separate.
While I fear for his safety the mission must go.
“Young man will you stop crawling right now”.
“Aw mom.”
I am busted.
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Written for the Friday Fictioneers. Word count:100
The lesson for the week is that if you write for a weekly prompt just check if it is from the right week and not an old prompt ;-)
I'd love read what you think about this post...
Great story. It's so much more exciting to live in an imaginary world than the reality of everyday life!
ReplyDeleteIn your dreams...so um yes..
DeleteThanks for your comments Iain.
Dear Subroto,
ReplyDeleteGotta love a kid with a vivid imagination. Love this.
Shalom,
Rochelle
Thanks Rochelle I am glad you liked it.
DeleteInside every child's head therre is a universe. Sadly, these mostly die by age 12
ReplyDeleteTrue Neil, though I am happy to report that it is still there five decades later :-)
DeleteThat was such a fun read, Subroto! Love kids' imaginations!
ReplyDeleteThanks Dale.
DeleteGreat read tthank you
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