Today’s prompt:
He looked at his phone, turned pale, then quickly left the room.
The president sat
at the long, mahogany table, surrounded by his cabinet members. The mood in the
room was tense. No one spoke.
“What procedure
should we follow?” the president asked. “Putin needs an answer.”
The Secretary of
State cleared his throat. “Shall I fly to Moscow tonight?”
“Not yet.”
The Darth Vader
theme played, ominous in the silence.
The president
loosened his tie. “I better take this.” He looked at his phone, turned pale,
then quickly left the room.
“Putin’s got ears
in here,” the Secretary of Defense whispered. “The room’s bugged.”
He pulled his
finger and farted.
Now let’s see what the other’s wrote:
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