The challenge for Flash Fiction for the Purposeful Practitioner will open early Thursday morning, December 29th. Allow the prompt to take you anywhere you want to go! (Limit your stories to 200 words.)
This challenge is open until 11:00 pm Wednesday night, January 4th, 2017.
“Wine? Cheese cracker?”
“Later, thanks.” If she didn’t find the chip soon, bad things were going to happen. She did not relish being the bringer of bad things. Bearers of bad things rarely came out well in the end.
If she was a power-mad dictator, where would she hide a computer chip capable of toppling her fiefdom? He would have been smart to do destroy it, but his ego wouldn’t have let him. So where could it be?
Her gaze swept the crowded ballroom before focusing back on the table to her right. Wine. Cheese. Grapes. Crackers and Dip. Something seemed wrong. The table just didn’t look right.
Fishing a finger into the dip, she touched something which was not sliced cucumber or tomato. Square. Tiny. Metal. Pulling the chip out, she wiped it quickly on a napkin and dropped it into her bra.
A quick look showed him coming her way.
Get out. Thirty feet and she’d be free.
A hand cupped her elbow. “Leaving so soon?”
Felt a pin-prick on her arm.
Now she knew. Too late.