Heading to Pearl Harbour

‘We can’t back down now.’ Jennings slapped the table.  ‘There’s too much at stake.’

‘The main thing at stake’s your pride.’

‘Did I ask your opinion?’

Keenan ignored the threatening glare.  ‘If there’s a war, we’ll lose.’

‘Not if we strike first!  Catch them unaware and …’ Jennings thumped the table again.

‘Perhaps, but we’ll still lose the war.  It would be better to establish a mutual understanding.’

‘No!  We strike!’

‘Your father …’

‘Fuck my father!  We need to show strength.’

‘Well, don’t say I didn’t warn you.  You might get your Pearl Harbour, but they’ll have their Hiroshima.’



A drabble is a story of exactly 100 words.