Carefully rereading the note, I pocketed it and quickly slipped the sneakers in my backpack.
Since giving up my field assignments at MI-6, scavenger hunts have become my drug of choice… my safe adrenaline rush.
Agatha, my over-protective wife, was far more understanding of my once-a-month-Saturdays being spend with a group of former operatives than my previous job.
She would laugh at being called over-protective. I have to admit, the stint with the agency had had its harrowing moments: kidnapped three times, wounded seven, in a coma during the birth of our second child.
I understand her relief when I chose to retire.
So, onward toward the prize.
Spying Amanda at the corner of the pier, I crouched and tagged her. Her chest flashed RED- I was granted a kill.
“That’s what we’re here to see, Waldo. You need my seal of approval.”
“Yes, Uncle. The Consumer Safety Seal is very important to us.”
“Well, I already see major problems. No air bags front or sides. No windshield wipers. No lights of any type. No seat belts. Heck, it doesn’t even have seats!”
“None of those things are needed, Uncle. In this model, you have all-surround vision. There are no blind spots. You have fender-tenacity variations. If you are bumped or hit by accident, this vehicle immediately conforms to the target. No injuries to car or man.”
“Fender-tenacity. What in tarnation is that? This thing has no fenders.”
Written for Written for Flash Fiction for the Practical Practitioner- 2018: Week #35. (A late entry) Requirements: Create a 200 word (or less) flash fictions story using the photo prompt provided.
I have doubled the kitchen staff for the evening and the night.
Both of my head chefs are here. One is responsible for the appetizers and desserts- the prep-kitchen. The other is responsible for the dinner preparations in the main galley.
Both my head maitre d’s are working. One is only in charge of seating, the drinks, and maintaining decorum of the room. The other is in charge of the waiters for food service.
This should call for a celebration… but later.
You knows what could still go wrong. I shudder with ungodly premonitions.
The auction is to take place in the adjoining room.
Flowers have been arranged. Seating has been rearranged … twice. The arrangements for the silent auction items have been triple checked.
Additional parking has been acquired for the extra cars and more formal uniforms were purchased. Four additional car jockeys were hired to manage the vehicles. Security has been modified for the dignitaries.
I have hired an additional bartender for the additional three-hundred invitees coming only for the auction.
If the night goes well… the accolades will skyrocket my endeavors.
But who knows…
Pleasing my mother-in-law has never been easy.
Written for Flash Fiction for the Purposeful Practitioner – 2018: Week #32. Requirements:Create a flash fiction story of 200 (or less) words using the photo prompt provided.