Rochelle sets us a one hundred word flash fiction challenge, prompted by a photo, every week. Come and have a go, if you think you’re bard enough.
“Are you bloody stupid or what?” Davidson’s reputation for not suffering fools gladly went before him. Kev was literally quaking in his boots, but bewildered: what could have gone wrong?
“Boss, I double and treble checked the figures,”
“Well you’ve got it wrong just the same: we’ve come underneath the tunnel we were supposed to meet.”
“ I’ve been at the theodolite every step of the way: we’ve tunnelled as straight as a die.”
“Straight! You fucking cretin. We’ve tunnelled four miles. What about the curvature of the earth?”
“Whoops! I didn’t think of that.” (95)