Flag Pole

Avatar Author: stargazer1960 Feminist author and science educator. Midwest, middle-aged, growing midsection, but definitely NOT middle of the road. Read Bio

“Listerine?” She asked.

“Yes, Listerine. It’s an antiseptic, it’s flammable, and it gives you fresh breath.”

“I thought you said you needed duct tape, paper clips, and rubber bands to rule the world?” Her arms crossed her chest and her left eyebrow arched.

“Those things are kid’s stuff. A true survivor needs chemistry, and matches. Did you know that historically the ball on the top of a flag pole contained a match, a razorblade, and a bullet.”

“Why?” She leaned forward and dropped her head to gaze over the edge.

“A razorblade and a match, to shred and burn the flag so that it couldn’t be taken by an enemy.”

“And the bullet?”

“It’s to shoot yourself to avoid surrender.”

“Not much good without a gun, is it?” She hoisted the rifle to her shoulder and gazed down the barrel at the company below. “Flag poles are kinda tall. Not sure you could reach that razorblade in time.”

“Not really.” I concurred as she pulled the trigger and sent the foot soldiers running while I lit the fuses.

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  1. Avatar smdasilva {LoA}

    Hilarious. I love the back and forth between them. And the little historical anecdote is not bad either!

  2. Avatar stargazer1960

    @smdasilva- Thanks. Glad you liked it.

  3. Avatar 32 ^2

    Nice historical info…..good story too.

  4. Avatar stargazer1960

    Thanks, @32 Squared.
    BTW my ex-husband had a 32 in. waist and a 32 in. inseam and I called him 32 squared.

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