“A body suddenly crashed through a plate glass window at the Brigadier’s house.”
For the Brigadier, now retired, an uninvited body threw his regulated life off balance.
“Johnson,” he called, “Johnson come here at once” Johnson was no where to be found. Every room (all 75 of them) was searched. Some strange things were discovered, but not Johnson.
The body remained on the floor of the Brigadier’s reading room. No one bothered to see who dropped in.
Underlings bent down and rolled the body over. A bit bloodied, but definitely Johnson.
“What the devil, man,” the Brigadier said mostly to the air, “did you have in mind?”
The timid voice of an underling: “Well, Sir, you did send him to check on the cable dish.”
The Brigadier shook his head, “At least he could have had the dignity to fall into the back garden. Now I have to replace a window.” He turned on his heel and marched out of the room.
Written for Monday’s Finish the Story, March 16, 2015