Crash Diet!

Photo by Blair Fraser on Unsplash

“Your son did WHAT???” the President bellowed, shaking with fury.

His General, looking as if he wished that the ground would open up and swallow him, squeaked, “Well, not to make any excuses, but he is a bit young Sir…”.

That further enraged the President, who shouted, “Not too young to destroy decades of peace between us and THEM, apparently.”

“It is not entirely his fault, Sir, the plane was in our airspace…” the General tried to placate his Supreme Commander.

“And so he thought it fit to bring down the plane of his own accord, thus annihilating the Peace Accord signed by our forefathers,” the President was now at his sarcastic and eloquent best, making full use of his expensive college education.

The General tried to calm the President down once again, “But Sir, if you will just hear me out…”

The President stop pacing the room and asked with a deathly calm voice, “OK, speak!”

The General collected all his courage, and said, “He has just started teething Sir, and when he saw the plane near his mouth, he just couldn’t resist trying to chew it. Please forgive his impetuousness Sir, you too were a baby Dragon once!”


200 words.

Written as a part of Sunday Photo Fiction.




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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4 Responses to Crash Diet!

  1. aw, bless!!! Cute story

  2. DB McNicol says:


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