Bombay, L.A., Monterey, Santa Fe, and San Tropez

Written for the September 20th Flash Fiction Challenge

The front of the line is Germany
and look, here comes Hungary
With all the green, I’d guess that’s Ireland
Close behind the high school band.

The drummers make time for dancers from Zambia
Those singers are from the Gambia
There’s Korea and Tanzania
Martinique and Mozambique
Caledonia – Estonia
All the nations are here.

Gymnasts from Romania
consorting with the Counts of Transylvania
and horseback riding dudes are arriving from Albania
Oman, Taiwan
round the corner, they’ve gone,
but that’s OK, here’s Kazakhstan.

Uganda, Rwanda, Albania
Barbuda, Bermuda

Even Alsatians
are represented
in our parade of nations.


The prompt and instructions were:

In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story about a parade of nations. It can be literal, or it can be a phrase that you use to describe a situation. Explore what it could be. Go where the prompt leads.

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