A 99 word story for Charli Mills’ flash fiction challenge.
He watched through the bullet proof, explosion proof glass canopy of his vehicle, the adoring crowds, weeping, waving, holding up their children to see him. How many security guards lined the route? How many marksmen were posted on the roofs? How many helicopters patrolled the city to detect any suspicious movement? It was necessary. His life was too important to be put at risk. It would be a shame about the children though, if terrorists struck
Too bad he couldn’t trust God to keep him safe, the Pope thought.
He raised a hand and slowly waved at a baby.