Sunday, September 28, 2008

Drabble: Exposure


The commander didn’t look happy.

“Let’s get this straight. You flew at low level, over a populated area, with a faulty concealment device.”

“Sir, there was now way to know how long we’d hold up under that damage damage. I took the straightest course to base.”

“Well, your little stunt down there brought us to the whole planet’s attention. Look at this.” He held up a printout. The writing was in one of the contorted native scripts, but the blurry picture was nonetheless recognizable as my aircraft.

“Sir, I can’t read local.”

“Paper’s titled Weekly World News. World, kid. Honestly.”

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