‘I need to hear whatever is said at that summit. I don’t care how you manage it!’
Field Agent Malone was tasked with delivering the American President’s command.
Now he sat in an office in Seoul, while 50 kilometres north, on the 38th Parallel, the leaders of North and South Korea prepared to meet.
As President Moon extended his hand, Supreme leader Kim Jung-un reciprocated.
In Washington D.C., C.I.A. Director Franks hissed into the comms unit, ‘We’re not getting anything, Malone.’ The President glared at Franks across the situation room. ‘There’s no signal!’
Malone’s voice replied, ‘Attempting to boost the signal now, Sir. Standby.’
Kim Jung-un took his seat in the conference room. In front of him sat his carton of fresh milk, served at exactly 40°F. In the expectant quiet before the first dialogue, a small whirring noise was heard.
With a pop, a small antenna emerged from the milk carton. After a moment of astonished silence the room erupted. Accusations flew between the two sides.
‘Are you hearing anything now, Sir?’ Malone asked Washington.
Written as part of Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers. The challenge is to write a flash fiction story or poem in around 150 – 175 words, based on the weekly photo prompt. Thanks as always to the challenge host Priceless Joy. For more information visit HERE.
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IAIN KELLY 
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