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(Hey, that’s me & Big Bend National Park, Texas)
“There it is!! The end of the rainbow! There’s a pot of gold in that trailer!” Mickey screams and flails his left arm toward the aluminum leprechaun.
Dad looks up in the mirror and laughs “There aren’t leprechaun in Texas! You have to catch them to get the gold”
“There’s a green man in the field there! look!” Six year old defiance rings out. “Can we stop?!”
“We can look from the side of the road but no closer. Those fields are full of snakes.” Dad responds
As the car stops, the rain thins. A strange rustling crawls through the tufted grasses.
“See there are no people out here! Just us and some rain. It doesn’t even look occupied over there, Mickey.” Dad turns back to look at his son. A sudden sense of wonder comes as the roadway dries in front of his eyes.
“Daddy! He is waving to us!” Mickey tugs at his dad.
The sound of their car driving off goes unnoticed. Soon they will find out how the leprechaun gets his gold.
“She said she saw two eyes staring out at her. So we got a little closer. I couldn’t see anything at all.” Simon pauses to breath. ” I thought it was a dog or something.”
Simon looks back to the brush pile. His right hand drawn tight against a pounding chest.
“It was black…. I think. It all happened so fast.” Simon’s voice fails as his eyes cloud with tears.
“Then she was gone. We know the story. But you still didn’t answer how you could lose an arm and how she could disappear leaving nothing but blood.” Detective Mills looks around the scene. “It’s like she was slaughtered. And you have no idea what did this in broad daylight?! Why if you had both arms!”
“I’m telling you she saw two eyes.” Simon starts again.
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“Heidi, if you could see what I thought, you surely would understand.” Bill’s word catch in his throat.
“Oh, I see alright. Ask you about your day, images of someone who doesn’t look or sound like me.” Heidi points her index finger like a knife at his heart. “What did you want to do about dinner and images of some website that you are more interested show up. I’m sick of it!”
Bill looks stunned. His thinks can see really see inside his head so clearly. But he always seems to have the same issue with all his past relationships.
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“Where did they keep the live ones?” Cindy innocently questions.
“They all died off 65 million years ago.” Her dad looks over the sign next to the T-tex.
“How does every museum have one?” Cindy looks at the model “All those bones. No, they have whole islands with them.”
“Cindy. You really think they can hide an island of giant dinosaurs.” Her dad looks at her wondering about these crazy thoughts. “How would you even feed them?”
“People. They are everywhere.” Cindy looks dead at her stunned father. “And when they get sick and die..”
“Where did you get this idea from?” Her dad asks with hands planted on his hips.
“Mom. She says people disappear everyday.” Cindy smiles “They find things that living but look like fossils all the time.”
“An asteroid buried everything.” Her dad starts to explain.
“You believe to easy, Dad.” Cindy replies.
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“You got to see this post on ‘What’s on my plate?'” Riley yells out to his wife Shelby.
“I’m looking at Pinterest. What is it?” Her eyes don’t leave the small screen. “There are 201 ways to fold a dollar to make animal gifts!”
“I’m looking at reheated Budda’s Hand.” Riley is confused by her lack of interest “I mean..this is like alien bones.”
“I need a box. I’m making 20 of these for Jessica. You know she throws a fit if you get her a gift card.” Her eyes still not looking away.
“How would you even eat this stuff? Maybe, it’s looks edible when it’s freshly made.” Riley continues.
“Do you even hear even I talk. I need to finish off my gifts!” Shelby sports an angry gaze to the one not looking.
“Sean, you’re heading for trouble. I can help.” Beau nervously dances at his feet.
“Who are…what the hell?!” Sean looks at his feet and sees a grasshopper with corsage.
“Do not get in the car! Bad travel time.” Beau keeps his blue eyes locked on his target.
“You are a grasshopper. What do you know about cars and driving?” Sean shakes the keys in his hand “Is it crazier to listen to cricket or worry about it.”
“I’m a grasshopper. Fate is yours. Advice is mine.” Beau dances side to side.
“I’m not listening to a bug!” Sean spits toward his talkative bug. “I’m out of here!”
Sean stomps near Beau. Beau jumps away.
Sean jumps in his sports car. He drives along his apartment building out the alleyway. The garbage truck doesn’t see him.
Beau hops up on the brick wall after he hears a crash. “They never listen!”
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“Last rays of light are like the end of a dream.” Trudy softly speaks as she swirls the red wine in her glass.
The Sun slides into the lake with a broad orange stripe left behind.
She taps her pen against the paper pad.
“Ok, End of a dream.” Trudy downs the wine in one swift move. “Is this a good dream or bad one? Maybe a little more wine will help.”
The sky pulls down its purple night shade. A few stars twinkle into view. A cool whisper of the wind rustled the reeds in front of her.
“End of the bottle is like a bas dream.” Trudy looks into the bottle hoping for more. “Oh wait, I can use that.”
“Tonite, we see the Watchers return.” Ahote stands at the base of News Rock as the Sun approaches the far ridge.
“God, this is so cool. Do you guys come here every year?” Billy looks at hibs Hopi friend in his embroidered jacket.
“It’s based on lunar cycles. My people would come up in large groups years ago.” Ahote scans the horizon as he speaks “We can not come alone. When we see them, say nothing and take no pictures.”
“Oh..Ok. I didn’t know.” Billy looks about the sky.
A flash of light beams toward them. Three silver figures emerge underneath the light.
“Th..th…They” Billy points and his arm waves.
“Shhh!” Ahote watches his friends come closer.
“But they are..” Billy yells and takes off.
“White people are so easy.” Ahote laughs.
Written as part of a challenge called Flash Fiction for the Aspiring Writers, details are available at https://flashfictionforaspiringwriters.wordpress.com/2017/11/13/fffaw-challenge-week-of-november-14-2017/
Puff looks over at HR.
“Remember the good ole days…” He pauses turning his head to the sky “We could breath fire and chase a bad child or two.”
“Video games. That’s the problem.” HR Puff’n’stuff looks at his friend “Violence has replaced getting eaten by mystical creatures. Sad. Really sad.”
Puff let’s loose a terrific flame followed by a smoke cloud.
“Knock it off over there!” HR furrows his brows. “They’ll can us for sure. You know open flames are dangerous!”
“Imagination was the key to great adventures.” Puff looks surprised at his friend. “Are we left to be rationalize as irreverent?”
“How’s that rent over in Honalee getting paid?” HR rolls his eyes.
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“There has been strange lights in the woods for the best part of a week. Jeb says there’s a tree trunk made of concrete. It’s time we look it over.” I look over at Rodney. His black eyes hold my fast in my chair.
“We been out there before. Same lights…things get funny out there in them woods.” Rodney uses the back of his hand to rest his bearded chin his arm angles to the arm of the chair. “You ought to think this through.”
His words flood back night images of dancing lights and unworldy sounds. We always promised never to talk about what happened. Neither of us could put enough pieces together to make sense of it all any way.
“But they are tiny. We seen them. If we just smash down the nest…” my words float across a dead silence. “It’ll be different..this time.”
“Well, that Gulliver shit didn’t work last time! I got my double barrel sitting right here.” Rodney pats the but of the wooden end of his shotgun.
“Its our woods! It ain’t right to let them build and take over it.” My defiant streak fights my lack of memory from last time.
199 words (borrowing from short pieces 😉)