This 99-word flash fiction was written for the Carrot Ranch challenge.
In Brief
“There’re two ways to approach this,” Joe says.
Emily shakes her head. “Nope. One. We got to make sure it’s not a bomb. Protocol, Joe, protocol.”
Joe presses his lips together. Thirty years ago, they would have checked to see who the suitcase belonged to. Now they got to check for a bomb. Who’d want to blow up the train station in Tuttle, a town without even a traffic light to its name?
He nods at Emily. “Do what you must.”
That’s how they end up with a blown-up suitcase full of $20 bills and a pissed-off FBI agent.
end
Sascha Darlington
Yippee! I’m laughing. Good one.
Thank you. Maybe I’ll find my way back yet. But not with the next one.
Nice one! XD
Thank you so much! 🙂
Most welcome! 🙂
Ha ha ha, these damned protocols, I tell you…
lol
Thank you! 🙂
Just following protocol in Tuttle! Your flash has tension and humor, Sascha. Well done!