Written for Friday Fictioneers.
Word Count: 100
Story begins after the photo.
“It’s an automaton,” said Professor Wooten. “But no one need know. No more soldiers suffering a largely ceremonial position.”
“Can it endure the distractions?” Said Lord Houghton. The little dog beside him was barking ceaselessly.
He raised his voice to be heard. “Of course. It’s an automaton. It can endure anything.”
The little dog began tearing at the automaton’s pants leg. “Everything has limits, sir.”
The automaton swiveled suddenly and shot the dog, returning to guard position.
The two men stared dumbly at the, finally silent, dog. “Probably ought to fix that,” said Wooten.
“Quite. It’s aim is slightly off.”
The Friday Fictioneers is a group led by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Each week, Rochelle provides a photo as a prompt to write no more than a 100 word story or poem. All are encouraged to join in, or at least read the fantastic stories from this collection of imaginative people. This week’s prompt may be found here: http://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/2013/06/19/1328/