The New Recruit

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!


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.


About anuragbakhshi

At the age of 40, I decided to exit the corporate world, and enter the world of stories as a full-time writer. Wish me luck!
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8 Responses to The New Recruit

  1. ceayr says:

    Funny and clever take

  2. Iain Kelly says:

    I love the original novels. Nice chuckle.

  3. athling2001 says:

    Great take on the prompt. I can just see the Three Musketeers up in the balloon, cursing his name.

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