One place I’ve made a digital home is over on Flash! Friday. They offer a weekly flash fiction contest. Not that I play for the distinction of ‘winning’ something (in this case a bit of electronic bragging rights) but for the challenges it offers the Queen Muse, the chance to read, read, read some other writer’s work, and the opportunity to have other writers offer any criticism, encouragement, or suggestions.
Welcome to networking in the new millennium…no actual physical contact needed.
Today’s flash fiction prompt is a shot of a Santa doll in front of a police line-up board – and the absolute first words that crossed my brain for this challenge ended up both title, and opening line. After that – things got creepy.
Enjoy – and be Nice! (or else…)
Calling All Cars!
“Calling all cars! Calling all cars!”
Every year, we get the call. Every year, we respond. Every year, our department fails to close this decades-old case.
“Person of interest male, white, late 70’s, portly. Full facial hair, white. Last seen wearing bright red suit and hat with white fringe, black belt, black knee-boots.”
My hands curl around the steering wheel, mentally preparing for the yearly bloodbath.
“Suspect get-away vehicle tiny sleigh pulled by 8 animals of reindeer origin. No plates evident.”
My partner and I lock eyes, knowing …HATING… what’s coming.
“Ocular trauma to multiple victims. Eyes replaced with charcoal briquettes.”
I yank a cigarette from the pack on the dash. “Shoulda been nice…” I whisper, even as my partner mutters “It’s always the naughty ones…”
“Suspect 3.75 inches tall. Last known locations… “
A string of addresses follow, blanketing the car in a wall of sound.
“Public Enemy number one…” I growl, flipping on the siren.