They’d found the tunnel at last.
It had taken fifty years: supranationals, governments, and peace movements had been sweating away for all those years, talking, negotiating, bargaining, mediating, as well as schmoozing, begging, cajoling and threatening, but seemingly to no avail.
But then they found the tunnel.
“Peace In Our Time,” screamed the headlines, “No More War”, “Spears into Ploughs”.
Monarchs, Presidents, and Prime Ministers all promised peace dividends, battleships became community centres, soldiers signed up for flower arranging classes.
A lone voice in India cried out, “Yes, it’s the tunnel, but as yet there’s no light.”
Nobody paid attention…
Written for the weekly Friday Fictioneers 100 word challenge found here. We dare you.