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    Microcosms 217 + The Karen Cox Prize for Entertaining Short Fiction (Flash Fiction Contest) MC 217 Flash Fiction Contest Greetings, flash fictioneering friends, and welcome to Microcosms 217 – your free, weekly flash fiction […]

    • Hell In Her Handbag
      300 licks of flame
      Mall Santa / Hades / Romance
      Deanna Salser

      I am open to derivative works.

      ***

      The mall was crowded with moms pushing strollers, dragging children by the hand, and chasing them when they managed to pull free. Last minute shoppers raced from store to store, bags clutched in sweaty fists as they scrutinized crumpled lists. Santa gulped down cold coffee in between children, his knee soaked with whatever was leaking from the last toddler’s diaper. He should have had a break more than an hour ago, but the line stretched out of Santa’s village and around the corner. His vision distorted as he tried to see the end, the shine and sparkle of the lavish decorations blurring and sending light stars over the scene. He sighed and rubbed his eyes as an elf came forward and placed another solid, wriggling weight on his lap. His arms came up and he opened his eyes when he felt a sudden, unrelenting heat. Huge, dark eyes and sultry lips inches from his face made him feel dizzy. She stroked his beard and opening her bag, she dove headfirst into it, taking him with her. The mall vanished. In its place was crystal cold darkness. Only his lap was hot, almost to the point of pain. His hands burned when he tried to push the slick form off, and his heart jumped into his throat as unseen arms and legs wrapped around him, their heat making sweat pop out on his skin. A scorching tongue licked it off, causing a storm of emotion to well up inside him. He clutched the squirming torch closer, capturing the sweltering lips with his own as orange fire erupted around them, and he could finally see the charcoal demon he was kissing. He closed his eyes and listened to the hiss of his flesh burning as he gave himself up to her inferno.

    • Hades Impregnated Me (Santa Man)
      194 words
      Mall Santa / Hades / Fantasy
      NC8387
      I am open to derivative works.

      There was this mall santa. His name was Ahoge. Driven, by anger and fear he recluded himself, from society. And, then, he was found in Hades; the burning, pits of hell, that succumbed to the will of Hades. The “Mall Santa”, didn’t know what he was doing, or, what he was driving towards. He was riding in a mine—cart, down a rail—way and went past the Elysian/Elysium fields… there, was cart—wheeling towards the center of Hades. Then, Hades appeared and stopped his mine-cart. “What, are—you doing?” The Mall—Santa shouted. “I’m only, stopping you from continuing this journey,” Hades—replied. Hades, with his crazy blue flames of hair coddled the young Santa—Man politely, as if he was persephone. Hades, feeling he had impregnated the Santa—Man continued to hold him in his arms, whispering softly, “you… don’t belong here.” And then, Hades disappeared. Ahoge feeling untouched by Hades’ blue flames, continued on his journey in the mine—cart. Before, reaching Elysium, the golden—fields of underworld—paradise, took a photo of the incoming-sight. Hades, directed his cart back-to-the-world-of-the-living where he recounted the rest of his adventures with the santa—crew.

    • The Butterfly Effect
      300 words
      Butterfly/ 80s Shopping Mall / Sci-fi
      Stephen Shirres

      On a large cherry tree, a chrysalis hung for twenty nights. The next day, the pleats expanded and separated. A bright butterfly emerged; her rainbow wings spread for the first time. Ready to enjoy the forest landscape she’d adored as a caterpillar. Instead, glass, tiled floors and white concrete filled with big-haired humans wearing ill-fitting clothing.
      A wheezing groan echoed through the strange building. A blue box materialised from which a large man, all teeth and curls, wearing a long scarf, popped out.
      “A mall,” he exclaimed. “If only they sold jelly babies”. He and his box disappeared as if disappointed.
      An electronic crackle travelled the sound waves. A ball of electricity dissipated to reveal a naked, kneeling man. His muscles perfectly carved.
      “Where is Sarah Connor?” He asked. A confused woman with shoulder pads pointed at the distance. The naked man stomped away robotically.
      The groaning wheeze returned. The curls were the same but blonde. He wore a terrible coat of many colours. He shouted, “Time travel shouldn’t be this difficult”, before the box faded away.
      A flash of lightning ripped through the mall. Car brakes screamed from use. Steam hissed from its roof. One of the sides opened like a gull wing. Out stepped an old man with a ring of white hair. “Great Scott Marty! The flux capacitor worked. We travelled in time!”
      Again, the wheezing groaning echoed around her. The butterfly knew what she needed to do. Get inside the blue box and then find a way to save her forest from this concrete monstrosity. This time, a smaller man appeared in a hat and question mark jumper. He raised the former and said with a wink, “Welcome aboard.”
      The blue box dissolved along with the mall to reveal a great forest of caterpillars and butterflies.

    • I really enjoyed this story Cay. It is a great tale considering how random the prompts were.

    • Has anyone heard from KM at all?

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    Delay this weekHey all, Temporary delay on the posts for this week due to personal health issues. They should be up later today. Apologies and thanks for your patience. -KM

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    • Smiled all the way through this!

    • Wow Eryn! Beautiful!

    • How To Clear A Crowd
      By Jaime Bree
      299 words
      Ice Sculptor/Retail Hell/Poem

      I’d started this job
      Stacking shelves
      The worst ever shift
      Known as ‘Retail Hell’.
      It wasn’t just busy,
      Crowded or packed.
      They were squashed like sardines
      Don’t try to swing that…

      Handbag.

      Of all of the things
      I had to place
      On display that day
      Before to the tills they’d race
      Was an ice sculpture,
      Sculpted by some weirdo
      Who’d sold it to the store
      What was really clear though…

      She’d pulled the wool over their eyes, for sure.

      The imbeciles running the shopping asylum
      Had gushed and purred
      At the ‘artist’ beside them
      Maybe it was her hat
      Or ‘creative demeanour’
      The clothes she wore?
      If only they’d seen her

      Credentials.

      It seemed they were taken
      By her icy monstrosity
      What it represented was unclear
      Describing it an impossibility.
      Large. Jagged.
      Looked a bit like a mermaid.
      From one angle.
      But, at least it stayed

      Upright.

      So, here I was
      Handling something quite slippery
      Quite large
      And well,
      – swear-word-inducing cold – it was making me jittery.
      The shelf needed adjusting
      And all the while
      There was pushing and shoving
      Below in the aisle.

      Easy on the ladder now.

      The atmosphere was heated
      I swear I saw smoke
      Coming from a man’s ears
      And another one choke
      When a woman who wanted
      That last china plate
      Put her hands round his throat
      Make no mistake

      She’d fight ’til Retail Hell froze over.

      I looked at the time
      I’d been there two hours
      Hemmed in, ignored,
      Left on a ladder
      To die
      From hypothermia or
      Crushed by a crowd.
      Then, suddenly, I thought,
      And I said it out loud:
      ‘Why the hell am I trying
      To display
      A complete lump of nonsense
      For half of the day?’

      So, I dropped it.

      You’ve never seen a crowd disperse so quick.

    • My day at Buc-ee’s. 281 words. New Employee / Mistaken Identity / Western.

      User: NC8387

      No, I am not open to derivative works at this time, thank you. (non-experience)
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      My day at Buc-ee’s.

      It was a mistaken identity. They didn’t know me. I didn’t know them. However… I couldn’t explain that to them now, that I’ve got a gun to my face. The first thing I had to do, was make sure, I was safe. That’s for certain. The second, to wack this guy’s gun out of my face.

      How?

      Do?

      I?

      Do?

      That?

      Period.

      I eye the counter next to me, working at Buc-ee’s was phenomenal until these guys came along. They were a tough gang of boys that I’d never seen before. However. I had to do something about it.

      “Hey, guys?” I asked. “How, ‘bout… you let me go and I, don’t call the cops?

      “Sure?” the Guy asked. “Do— that, and I’ll blow your fucking hands off?”

      “Okay— okay,” I said, calmly lowering my hands. How ‘bout, you give that to me?

      “No can do, Sir,” the Man, said. He kept his guard up, the entire time, as I looked for an scapegoat, as the boys snickered.

      Damn, I thought. How, about, you give that to me? Am I an fucking idiot?

      The Boss cleared his throat, “we, don’t want any trouble.”

      He, said, meekly.

      “Sure, and—then, you’ll call the cops?” the Boss asked, filled with thug—life syndrome.

      “Alright’,” my manager said. “I know what you want.”

      Snickers?” the Boss asked. You’re not you when you’re hungry, my boss replied.

      Bang!

      My boss fell to the floor with a thud. Damn, I hate my job. I thought to myself.

      The guys left. They. Broke a couple of game stations on the way, with their metal—bat. I shook my head. I, knew, exactly, what, to, say.

      “I’m quitting.”

    • Your style is so entertaining and I love the descriptions for the place names!

    • Thank you!
      Word count stifled some rhythm here and there but I loved writing this!

    • Love it! You always create something unique and witty.

    • A Light Lunch
      300 words
      New Employee / Mistaken Identity / Western
      Galen Gower
      Yes, I am open to derivative works including variations on the niçoise salad.

      I walked into the hotel wearing my smart new suit, not knowing there was death in my future. I planned a light lunch of niçoise and martini, but I had to abandon the idea completely when a rather flustered bellboy grabbed me. I had in mind to tell him off, but the poor lad looked so distraught my objection caught in my throat.
      “What is it, lad?”
      “Sir, it’s Mrs. Amar. I, well…” I motioned him to continue, “well, he’s hit her, sir.”
      I made assumptions. First, any man who strikes a woman is a brute. Secondly, the disturbance must be nearby. Lastly, I should interpose myself between any vulnerable person and violence.
      “Right, lead the way, lad,” I said and unbuttoned my jacket as I followed close behind.
      The bellboy made haste to the elevator whereupon we encountered a most undignified scene. A woman, slight and pale, with a hand to her cheek. Standing over her was a squat toad of a man, one of her wrists gripped tightly, his other hand raised. I caught his wrist and he turned his steaming countenance.
      “Who are you?” he asked and attempted to wrench free. I did not relent.
      “Piers Fairweather, sir, I frequently lunch here. Today, however, I strenuously object to your behavior.”
      Two more things happened. The bellboy, realizing his error, blushed.
      “Sorry, Mr. Fairweather, I thought you were the, um…” he cleared his throat, “the manager. First day, sorry.”
      Second, a shot. During my intervention, Mrs. Amal produced a Derringer from her garter and put a bullet neatly through the old boy’s heart. He didn’t say another word, only sighed a little and fell to the carpet heavily.
      “Right, that’s done, then,” I said and offered the widow Amal and hand up from her place on the floor.

    • I feel like this would be performed by either Tom Waits or Strugill Simpson.

    • I like your story. I think I like them every week, even when I don’t have time to put one in.

    • That’s a good respin right there! Myth debunker!! Well handled!

    • Wonderful! I enjoy trying new things week to week, and this makes it even better!

    • Bless you, Fran. That is a word I rarely, if ever, hear to describe my work.

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