Photo prompt- copyright-Roger Bultot
The house was on fire. Fire brigade had arrived but the firemen were not fighting the fire.
Actually they were supposed to be on a strike. They had received the emergency call and they had rushed to the house on fire, almost instinctively.
But when they realized their mistake, they chose to heed the call of their union.
Moments later their union leader arrived; he was hysterical, “What are you doing here? Why don’t you fight the fire?”
“Aren’t we on strike?”
“I call off the strike.”
“Stop arguing. Do something before my house gets totally burned down.”
A post for Friday Fictioneers on a photo prompt
Word count 100