Professor Trachtenberg raced into the dining room, his grey hair in disarray. He found him standing there, staring fixedly out the window. “Is it true?” said Trachtenberg.
“It is,” said Beauchamps.
“We should raise the alarm! We should warn everyone!”
“We should, shouldn’t we?”
Beauchamps didn’t move.
“How big is the meteor?”
“It could smash a small city.”
Curious at Beauchamps’ inaction, he said, “Where will it hit?”
“Putin’s Palace near Praskoveevka in exactly 22 minutes,” snorted Beauchamps. “I understand President Putin is there right now.”
“Oh.” Trachtenberg hung his coat on a chair. “Let’s not be rash, then. There’s always time for tea.”
It is widely believed, though not confirmed, that Vladimir Putin built a beautiful, rambling palace for himself using $1 Billion in money “procured” illegally from the Russian government.
Each week, the Friday Fictioneers join for another round of flash fiction from photos. This is my story for the week. Look here for more based on the photo of the week: https://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/2015/01/14/9-january-2015/