Flash Fiction / Micro Fiction
Length - 100 words each
Three pieces written for the competition theme 'Christmas'.
* 'Comet' was 'Highly Commended' in the competition!
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Comet
She looked up from her grazing as he came down the
hillside, leaving soft hoof tracks in his wake. The sullen expression he wore
while he gently shook free some snow from his antlers gave an air of foreboding
to her question.
'How
did the trials go?'
'I'm
no red nose, not leadership material apparently.' He stamped a hoof and brayed derisorily.
'Nobody ever remembers a Comet.' His mother welled with pride.
'So
be the one to change it.' She rubbed her furry neck against his own. 'Be the best
Comet there's ever been, and make them sing about you.'
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Last Ride
Light blinked into the cell and the gaggle of old men
stirred into a frenzy; the hour was too irregular for a feeding. As a couple of
snickering pint-sized gaolers unlocked the iron gate they fought for anonymity
in the corners.
'They're
all so scrawny.'
'Fat
suit and facial hair. Hurry up and make a decision.'
He
caught the eye of a withered man in the opposing corner and grinned with
pointed teeth.
'You.'
The unfortunate looked around wildly for help, but the others shrunk away.
Outside the reindeer rucked like destriers.
'Be
merry. It's time for your last ride.'
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He Who Remains
A swirling wind threatened to whip his grandfather's hat
from his hand. He shot a sceptical glance at his mother.
'You're
sure about this?' Tradition was one thing, but casting heirlooms to the
elements seemed excessive.
She
nodded stoically.
'He's
survived worse!' As the snow swirled about them he was unsure if she'd winked
or taken a flake to the eye.
He
waited for a lull and slammed it down on the snowman's head, before ushering
his mother back inside. Their backs turned, a howling gust conspired to wrestle
the hat free - but twigged fingers snatched it straight back.
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