What Would You Say?

So, once a month I meet with the River Valley Writers Group to talk, discuss, craft, critique, and so on so forth that writers do.

For this past week, we had a host of photos to choose from, 20 all together i believe with one of my favorites being the Brooklyn Super Hero Supply shop, and we could select a picture we liked and then create our story.  Well, i like to make things difficult on me, so i flipped the photos over and randomly selected one.  And this is what i pulled from the pile.

So...what would you write?

Here's what I created:

"Sir, the photos have been developed.  You said you wanted to see them immediately."

"Thank you, lieutenant."

the manila folder was promptly plopped and the photos scattered on the captains desk.  He flippantly flittered the folder over his shoulder as he bean to shuffle the black-and-white images taken by an agent somewhere beyond the 38th parallel.

"What in God's green goodness is this?"  The captain growled as he held up a photo.

"Sir, that appears to be a bowl of vegetables.  Sir, I believe it is actually kimchi, a delicacy in Korea."

"I can see that.  Is this some sort of joke?"

"Sir, I don't know, sir."

The captain huffed a sigh and tossed the image over his shoulder as well.  Several terse moments passed in silent disapproval of the spy's efforts.  More photos were tossed over his shoulder before he stopped and began to stare at one photo, a peculiar smirk perched across his ruddy face.

"Lieutenant, where's any carnival in North Korea?"

"Sir, I--don't have a foggy clue."

"Then please, lieutenant, explain this photo to me and how this isn't a joke."

The lieutenant took the image and scanned over the matte finish.  A military officer squatted next to the young dictator of North Korea apparently attempting to explain some aspect of the device while an engineeer tinkered with the throttle and pitch controls.  Their efforts seemed wasted from their supreme overlord's slack-jawed stare.

"Sir, I believe the photo to be authentic, sir.  Not a joke."

"And why is it 'authentic,' lieutenant?"  The captain scoffed.

"Sir, the flying disc shape, we've been working on for a few decades, sir, with some success and a notable failure in New Mexico.  I grant you the craft is small, but the armaments, sir--"

"Yes, the armaments, tell me more about those, lieutenant."

"Well, sir, our own engineers have been working on -- well -- I believe they call them Photon Emitters."

The captain raised an eyebrow, "Photon Emitters?  They look like Buick headlamps."

"Yes, sir.  That would be the tricky thing about them."

"And the two orbs between the Photon Emitters, what are those?"

"Sir, I am unsure.  They maybe the smaller, Pulsating Photon Emitters.  Pilots of various new crafts use these when banking to defend themselves against other crafts."  The lieutenant replied with a calm stoic tone.

"Really?"  The captain admired the photo anew.  "Is this device a real threat to us?"

The lieutenant bit his lip pensively.  "No, sir.  I think not.  We, that is our scientists and engineers are years ahead of the Commis."

"What of pilots?  Any grown man would be too heavy."

"You right, sir.  I believe we have a special select squad of pygmy pilots testing these devices now in controlled rings right now up in Fort Coney, New York."

The captain nodded his head with muddled understanding.  "Very well, then."