Day 117: Civilised WarfareThe President sat at his desk, looking over the papers that had accumulated throughout the day. It was quiet, and the sun was blissfully setting.Day 117: Civilised Warfare4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It was then that the phone rang.
The red phone, mind you, not the cheap black one that sat on his desk. The red one was special.
There was only one person who could be on the other line, and the President wasn't too happy with that knowledge.
Steeling himself, he reached for the shining red plastic that lay vibrating on its cradle.
"Mister President. It is I, the Russian Prime Minister."
"Well, Mister Prime Minister, shouldn't the President be the only one using this line?"
"He is indisposed at the moment."
"I see. Send him my regards for a quick disposal."
"So, are you calling for any particular reason, or were you just hoping for a nice early morning chat?"
"Mister President, your candor amuses me. However, you have irritated me for the last time. Seeing as how I am in a fantastic mood right now, I will allow you to choose