“Where on Earth did you get these ghastly clothes, Westley?” The man addressed his query to the bird on his hand. He glanced down at his attire with a grimace of disdain. “Oh, the things one must suffer in the name of king and country.”, he sighed melodramatically.
“Oh, shut it Knightley, at least you didn’t have to transform into a bird. And those clothes will make you blend in with the locals.” The bird replied in a posh tone, looking irritated (if is possible for a bird to look irritated).
At this Knightley smirked and agreed, “At least there’s that. How the mighty have fallen! However are you managing Westley? Stonlak told that the time he was transformed to an eagle, his feathers itched terribly. But then again, at he was an eagle – a noble bird – not a sparrow.” He sniggered, taking mean-spirited amusement in his colleague’s discomfort.
“This form is best suited to the mission objective Knightley, I am not a man who shirks his duty. And may I remind you that I am your superior on this mission, please treat me with the respect due to my station.” Westley replied stiffly.
“At least I didn’t get my position on the Force handed to me on silver platter due to my status of birth. I was promoted to Force Captain on my own capabilities.” Knightley sneered, an ugly look full of both disdain and envy on his face.
Westley the bird, was interrupted before he could defend himself, as at that moment, a disembodied voice spoke up, “T-minus 5 minutes to deployment, Agent Alpha, Agent Beta, report position.”
Immediately the man and bird seemed to come to attention, all traces of irritation or anger gone from their postures. The bird replied first, “Agent Alpha, Codename Westley reporting, code delta-1b48723I489632, ready for deployment, Sir!”
The man followed, “Agent Beta, Codename Knightley reporting, code delta-8h9564E4329795, ready for deployment, Sir!”
The voice replied, “Area is clear, no hostiles, primary scouting was a success, target is at Theta position. Agent Westley, you know your duty. Agent Knightly, do not interfere with the primary objective, observation only.”
The man and bird stood in complete silence as the time ticked down and soon the command was issued.
On to this week’s challenge: Using this photo as inspiration, write a short story, flash fiction, scene, poem; anything, really; even just a caption for the photograph. Either put it (or a link to it) in a comment or email it to me at firstname.lastname@example.org before 6pm next Sunday (if you aren’t sure what the time is where I live, this link will tell you). If you post it on your own blog or site, a link to this page would be appreciated, but please do also mention it in a comment here.
Go on. You know you want to. Let your creativity and imagination soar. I shall display the entries next Monday.