Here, high up in a balloon, life was perfect. No duties, no uniforms, no conspiracies, no scandals, and above all, no HIM!
He had first come into our lives almost a month ago, pestering us to let him join our force. Foolishly, we decided to help him out.
With our guidance and recommendation, he easily passed the exams.
And that’s where our nightmare started.
He now wanted to become a part of our elite unit. And this was something that we could not allow.
But not willing to take no for an answer, he started following us everywhere like a pet puppy…to our barracks, our homes, the bathrooms, the pub, everywhere.
We started having nightmares featuring him, and lost any semblance of mental peace.
Finally, we decided to take some time off and go so someplace where not even he could trouble us. Life was finally full of bliss.
And it was then that we heard a shout from above…and realized that our vacation was over.
Photo prompt courtesy Susan Spaulding
As our faces went ashen, the same thought was darkening our mood- Why the hell couldn’t this d’Artagnan just accept the fact that The Three Musketeers cannot possibly have four members!
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199 words.
Written as a part of Sunday Photo Fiction, hosted from this week onward by Susan Spaulding. The objective is to write a story in 200 words or less, based on the photo prompt given above. For more details visit HERE. To read more stories based on this week’s prompt, visit HERE.
jagahdilmein 
Funny and clever take
Thank you Sir
I love the original novels. Nice chuckle.
Thank you so much Iain
Great take on the prompt. I can just see the Three Musketeers up in the balloon, cursing his name.
And such a difficult to pronounce name on top of that 🙂
LOL! Loved it!!
Thank you so much Donna