Written for Trifecta: Week 102. A story about a job interview begins after the image.
Genre: Science Fiction/Espionage/Humor
Word Count: 333
Hannah wore sweats as Vice Ambassador Chadwell directed. She opened the gym door tentatively and called out a thin, “Hello?”
“Come on in,” boomed Chadwell.
Hannah walked timidly to the mat where Chadwell, in a well-worn gi, completed his kata. “Is my interview interrupting your workout, sir?”
“Oh, this is part of the interview.”
Hannah’s eyes popped. “For a diplomatic position?”
Chadwell grinned harshly. “Sometimes a diplomat is in physical danger. In such a case she should defend herself. DEFEND YOURSELF!” He launched a punch, the gleaming metal of his bionic right arm flashed and struck her left eye.
“Ow!” Hannah staggered. She pointed at his metallic fist. “Can we not use that one during the interview?”
“Punch me!” shouted Chadwell. She threw a lazy punch that he easily avoided. “You telegraphed that one. Use deception. A bit of feminine craft. Try again.”
Hannah grinned alluringly, then swung hard. Chadwell dodged and Hannah overbalanced. While she flailed on one leg, her right leg swung up, and connected solidly with Chadwell’s jaw. Hannah looked down as he sprawled and shook his dizzied head. She squealed and clapped her hands. “I did it!”
He stood up, scowling. He feinted with his right and attacked with a left hook. Hannah reacted clumsily, counter-punching with her left. Her fist connected directly with Chadwell’s with a crunching sound.
“Ai!” screeched Chadwell. He shook his swelling hand. “I think it’s broken.” He grimaced and glared at Hannah. “You need a lot of work, but I guess you’ll do.”
“I got the job?”
“Yes, yes,” sighed Chadwell. He pointed to the bruise over her eye. “Get that looked at.”
Hannah sat in the park at a bench beside an old man with a dachshund. Swishing through Facebook she murmured, “I’m in.”
“Excellent,” said the dachshund. “Did you hurt him?”
“We’ll be in touch.” The old man simulacrum led her contact away.
Hannah stayed and closed her eyes. In moments, the bruise over her eye disappeared.
How’s that for deception, Chadwell?
Each week, Trifecta offers the third definition of a word as writing prompt for fiction between 33 and 333 words long. This time, the word was the third definition of “craft.” Anyone can join this literary sport, and that’s why you should too. Here’s this week’s prompt: http://www.trifectawritingchallenge.com/2013/11/trifecta-week-102.html