Welcome to Flash Fiction...Promptly Penned. I'm part of a fantastic group of exceptional authors who do a monthly flash fiction blogs. All of them are excellent writers and I highly recommend visiting their blogs. This time the story was inspired the following prompt:
"They say I’m a traitor. Maybe I am. All I know is that I did what I had to do."
It happens to work really well with an ongoing tale I'm working on, but I'll have to get it posted soon. Doc's appts have got me tied up. But here's a teaser with more to come:
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“They said…they say I’m a traitor. Maybe I am. All I know is that I did what I had to do.” Oshi rubbed the nails of his left hand with the fingers of his right, his shoulders tight. “The Yakuza are bad, but they have a contact inside the FBI.” He scowled. “They would’ve left me there to rot undercover until I was dead.”
The lights over the conference table glittered on his silk Kimono. Water droplets had soaked into the lovely orange silk and would mark it. He clenched his teeth. Dammit, I hope they come out with proper cleaning. He always took care of his clothes. Though this time it couldn’t be helped. Hiro-san had rescued him from the Palace, the Yakuza’s most camouflaged brothel and torture facility. He was lucky to be walking, much less be dressed.
“You say there’s a mole in the FBI?” His interrogator shot him a sharp look. “Do you have a name or confirmation of that?”
Oshi shook his head. “No. But recently all my communiques have gone to the Yakuza overbosses rather than to the FBI, but my contacts haven’t changed. I’d check my handler first.”
He hated to put Oscar Sarbon on the spot, but only he’d known where and who Oshi was. When he’d started to suspect, he’d thrown odd, but distinct details into his reports, just to see if they’d be passed onto the overbosses. None had come back specifically, but that didn’t rule Oscar out.
“That’s quite an accusation.”
Anger kindled as he raised his gaze. “I don’t make it lightly. Everything was going well, including the connection with Hiro Tanaka from the Ultimate Recon team. Then I received an odd text from Sarbon, and the next day I was caught and incarcerated. Find the mole. The Yakuza knows the FBI is onto them.”
The man shook his head, but wrote a few more notes. “You know, men don’t usually wear Geisha outfits.”
“You know, you looked more intelligent before you said that.” Oshi offered his patented dead-pan stare. “Send in Hiro Tanaka, please.”
“You don’t give orders. You’re being debriefed.”
“And you won’t get any more information from me until Hiro Tanaka is present.” He crossed his arms over his chest. “Your call.”
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That's it for me this week. Check out how the prompt worked for the other flash fiction authors below and happy reading.
"They say I’m a traitor. Maybe I am. All I know is that I did what I had to do."
It happens to work really well with an ongoing tale I'm working on, but I'll have to get it posted soon. Doc's appts have got me tied up. But here's a teaser with more to come:
~~~~~~
“They said…they say I’m a traitor. Maybe I am. All I know is that I did what I had to do.” Oshi rubbed the nails of his left hand with the fingers of his right, his shoulders tight. “The Yakuza are bad, but they have a contact inside the FBI.” He scowled. “They would’ve left me there to rot undercover until I was dead.”
The lights over the conference table glittered on his silk Kimono. Water droplets had soaked into the lovely orange silk and would mark it. He clenched his teeth. Dammit, I hope they come out with proper cleaning. He always took care of his clothes. Though this time it couldn’t be helped. Hiro-san had rescued him from the Palace, the Yakuza’s most camouflaged brothel and torture facility. He was lucky to be walking, much less be dressed.
“You say there’s a mole in the FBI?” His interrogator shot him a sharp look. “Do you have a name or confirmation of that?”
Oshi shook his head. “No. But recently all my communiques have gone to the Yakuza overbosses rather than to the FBI, but my contacts haven’t changed. I’d check my handler first.”
He hated to put Oscar Sarbon on the spot, but only he’d known where and who Oshi was. When he’d started to suspect, he’d thrown odd, but distinct details into his reports, just to see if they’d be passed onto the overbosses. None had come back specifically, but that didn’t rule Oscar out.
“That’s quite an accusation.”
Anger kindled as he raised his gaze. “I don’t make it lightly. Everything was going well, including the connection with Hiro Tanaka from the Ultimate Recon team. Then I received an odd text from Sarbon, and the next day I was caught and incarcerated. Find the mole. The Yakuza knows the FBI is onto them.”
The man shook his head, but wrote a few more notes. “You know, men don’t usually wear Geisha outfits.”
“You know, you looked more intelligent before you said that.” Oshi offered his patented dead-pan stare. “Send in Hiro Tanaka, please.”
“You don’t give orders. You’re being debriefed.”
“And you won’t get any more information from me until Hiro Tanaka is present.” He crossed his arms over his chest. “Your call.”
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That's it for me this week. Check out how the prompt worked for the other flash fiction authors below and happy reading.
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