The St. Patrick’s Day celebrations were over. An old drunk started singing ‘The Dying Rebel.’
‘I never would have thought those songs would be anything but historical,’ said the red-haired woman.
‘I never thought they’d put up a border posts across Ireland again,’ the man replied.
He looked at the woman. ‘We need to make America side with Europe. If they do, Britain has no choice but to concede the North.’
‘And Ireland is one,’ the woman said. ‘Everything is ready?’
‘The car with British plates is parked in the alley.’
He handed her an envelope. She pulled out a British passport. ‘Who was David Phillips?’
‘Attache at the British Embassy. Leave his papers in the car. Park outside the American Embassy at midday. You’ll have five minutes to get clear before detonation.’
‘A British attack on their embassy. Do you think the Americans will buy it?’
The drunk reached his final line: ‘God bless the cause for which I die.’
Written for ‘What Pegman Saw’, a weekly prompt based on a view from Google Maps. The idea is to write a piece of fiction of around 150 words based on the prompt. Full details can be found HERE. This week we’re off to Dublin.
This is an imagined scenario based on the very real problem that the British exit from the European Union will result in a hard border returning between Ireland and Northern Ireland, putting the still fragile peace process there at extreme risk. Just one of the many troublesome results of this ridiculous British political and economic folly. It should not be taken as a reflection of my own thoughts, sympathies or otherwise about the situation in Ireland, past or present.
For more stories based on this week’s prompt, visit HERE.