Flash Fiction – Calling all Cars!

 

Rose lineup Flash Fiction

I sometimes miss the old Flash Fiction website Рit was a vibrant online community of semi- (and not so semi-) hobby writers, who gathered at least once a week to be challenged to produce a small piece of original fiction.  Inspired by the photo prompt or directed requirements Рwe operated on a tight timeline to pop out a tiny slice of creative wordplay.

I’m sharing this piece again – as it was one of my favorite flash pieces, and, well, ’tis the season ūüėÄ

 

 

 

Calling All Cars!

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‚ÄúCalling all cars!¬† Calling all cars!‚ÄĚ

Every year, we get the call.  Every year, we respond.  Every year, our department fails to close this decades-old case.

‚ÄúPerson of interest¬†male, white, late 70‚Äôs, portly.¬† Full facial hair, white.¬†¬†Last seen¬†wearing¬†bright red suit and hat with white fringe, black belt, black knee-boots.‚ÄĚ

My hands curl around the steering wheel, mentally preparing for the yearly bloodbath.

‚ÄúSuspect get-away vehicle¬†tiny sleigh pulled by 8 animals of reindeer origin.¬† No plates evident.‚ÄĚ

My partner and I lock eyes, knowing …HATING… what’s coming.

‚ÄúOcular trauma to multiple victims.¬† Eyes replaced with charcoal briquettes.‚ÄĚ

I yank a cigarette from the pack on the dash.¬† ‚ÄúShoulda been nice‚Ķ‚ÄĚ I whisper, even as my partner mutters¬† ‚ÄúIt‚Äôs always the naughty ones‚Ķ‚ÄĚ

“Suspect 3.75 inches tall.  Last known locations… “

A string of addresses follow, blanketing the car in a wall of sound.

‚ÄúPublic Enemy number one‚Ķ‚ÄĚ I growl, flipping on the siren.

Denial is More than a River in Africa

a 20161204_190027.jpgSunday morning, I woke early, went downstairs, plunked myself down in front of my work station, grabbed a pair of pliers, and started opening rings.

I had a dude to finish, a tassel to put on my chainmaille mala, and I was itching to start on a new whirly project.

I glanced out the window at the rising light, and saw…to my horror…

little white flakes falling out of the sky.

OK…it’s December in Wisconsin. ¬†I’ve had the big coat in use for about a week now, and pulled the heavy boots out of the closet. ¬†My scarf and gloves were right where I left them (in the arm and pocket of the big coat, respectively), and in good shape. ¬†All the winter-wear was assembled are ready for action. ¬† I should be ready for this, right?

 

Sooooo wrong.  I fight the first snowfall each year, usually by refusing to believe that the white stuff drifting in lazy spirals from the heavens above is actually there.

Ok…I fight MOST snowfalls this way…

Nobody does Denial better than me when it comes to the White Menace.

So…contrary to what you may have heard on the news, your local and/or international weather program, or what I can see when I look out the windows…none of that non-existent white stuff fell from the sky in the city of Waukesha on Sunday…nor was there any accumulation of the aforementioned imaginary frozen/air-puffed di-hydrogen monoxide on my car, the sidewalks, the street, or any nearby rooftops or tree branches.

But you gotta admit – for an atmospheric/precipitation-ish event that doesn’t exist…it was kinda pretty…

In unrelated news not regarding freak weather patterns Рmy street was home to another running event today Рthe 5k Santa Run.

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I got to see (and hear) a veritable gaggle of people dressed in red & green running, walking, whooping and hollaring their way up my street – all while I and Mariko stayed nice & warm and dry.

(the blue car in the photo is mine…notice the ‘not’ accumulation of white stuff on the windshield?)

 

 

 

Other events over this holiday season in Downtown – an ugly Christmas Sweater contest (and I got a doozy for that one!), horse-drawn carriage rides, an art crawl, a breakfast workshop with Santa, savings cards for all the downtown merchants, and even a ‘selfie-window-decoration’ contest for those visitors to the area.

I LOVE this downtown area – from Friday Night Live all summer long, to a huge Farmer’s Market, to the Christmas season – the merchants and denizens who live above them show a wonderful sense of community spirit that you just don’t find many places in the states, anymore…we CARE about this little piece of the Earth we inhabit, and it shows.

Love your friends. ¬†Love your neighbors. ¬†Mostly…love the little slice of the Planet you’ve put down your own roots.

Well wishes to all my internet friends from my tiny patch of dirt on these shortest days of our solar year.

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