I sometimes miss the old Flash Fiction website – it 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 – we 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 😀
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.