“Just look!” Neville beamed, arms outspread. “What we’ve achieved!”
From this vantage point, Andrew saw their city with renewed appreciation. He stood taller, planted his feet more firmly, proud of his role in keeping it secure from infiltration.
“This rooftop is Risk Category 1,” Neville continued, turning to the task at hand. “Overgrown, overlooked for years. They’ll be here.”
They advanced towards the door, watchful, cautious. Suddenly Neville lunged to the ground, then stood, holding aloft his net and its cargo: a tiny, squirming, squealing humanoid, clutching a shred of beanstalk.
“One more for the flourmill,” smiled Andrew.
Here’s an interesting annotated version of the fairy tale.
Once again, my 100 word story is for Friday Fictioneers, a flash fiction website hosted and maintained by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields, where writers contribute stories in response to a weekly photo prompt. You can read the other stories here.