The alarm sounded and everybody filed out of the factory. They mumbled and moaned that yet another drill was interfering with their work and knackering their chances of a bonus this month.
Once in the car park they saw it was no drill.
The sky was lit up by the colossal flames and half the neighbourhood had turned up to watch.
By the time the fire brigade had gained the upper hand the employees had come to terms with the fact that none of them would ever receive another bonus.
Superb! How about:
ReplyDeleteThe factory workers mumbled angry oaths at the sound of the alarm. Another drill meant wasted time and a slimmer chance of earning a bonus. Outside, colossal flames lit a glowering sky. Firefighters struggled with the blaze. By the time they had gained the upper hand, the workers knew that bonuses, even wages, were things of the past.
That's great! Have you thought about doing a flash fiction blog yourself?
DeleteGlad I didn't offend you. I enjoy the editing/suggestion/process, but don't have the breadth of imagination that you have. Have done some longer fiction, though.
DeleteThanks. Keep writing anyway!
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