A Perceived Threat

The impertinence!

It was an unlawful violation of sovereign territory, it was a threat to national security, and it could be justification for war!

The object appeared over the horizon, a black, shapeless entity, obviously some highly technical design devised to avoid radar. Yet now it was visible to the eyes of the inhabitants of the mountains surrounding the capital.

Call the Militia!“, came the call. And they came, patriotic volunteers, every one, and each adequately armed as all men are required to be.

When they arrived, the threat had not moved. They took aim and fired. The rattle of Kalashnikovs reverberated around the valleys, but the threat stood firm.

When all their bullets were fired, the commander called for ammunition. Meanwhile, Marko, the freshest recruit, studied the threat more closely. Hesitantly, he moved forwards, his useless rifle still trained on the object. By inches he moved, and then all at once dropped his arms and shrieked.

Haa!”, he cried, turning to his comrades. “It’s just a speck of dust on the photo!

(173 words)

Written for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers – 194th Photo Prompt

This week’s Flash Fiction story was inspired by the picture kindly provided by Yinglan.

Thanks Yinglan!

The rules for FFFAW are all explained HERE or click on the black box right, or on the blue FROG button below to read other stories submitted.


  1. That happens when testosterone heavy soldiers open fire at objects without knowing its intention. In this case it was a speck of dust, it could have been an innocent friendly object whose communication system has broken down.

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