“Max, I’m sorry to disturb you in the middle of the night, but we’re facing a terrible crisis, the possible destruction of the entire world.”
“What happened Chief?”
“KAOS has a nuclear bomb and will detonate it tonight when Russia’s premier orchestra perform for the G8.”
As the haunting melody of the Leningrad Philharmonic fades to silence Max stands and applauds. Vladimir Putin and six KAOS agents turn to inverlune at him.
“Careful Max you’ll blow your cover.”
“Don’t worry 99, I used the old knockout gas in the wrist trick and they’ll be sleeping like babies before they have a chance to say…”
For 100 consecutive days I will write and post a short story (about 100 words) incorporating a randomly selected word from Afterliff: A new dictionary of things there should be words for.
To glare at the morons who applaud any silence in a symphony.
ingleby greenhow n.
An apprentice white plastic garden chair designer.