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Post 1459. Wednesday February 22

Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers

‘This makes Where’s Wally*seem easy’ said detective Mason. Mason and Jackson were staring at a monitor screen at Heathwick airport.

‘Got him!’ yelled Jackson.

'You made me jump!' stuttered Mason.

‘Shut up and look’ Jackson gushed. ‘There in the black hoodie. I saw his white beard’

‘Bloody hell, you’re right!’

Mason grabbed the microphone. ‘Eyeball eyeball’

Jackson chuckled. ‘Eyeball eyeball, hahal! You watch too many cop shows!’

Undeterred Mason continued. ‘Suspect beside sweetie machine. Black hoodie. Go-go-go’

Police instantly appeared, surrounding their target. Mason eventually arrived at the scene, exhausted.

‘Nicolas Claus, (he puffed) in the early hours of December (he panted) twenty-fifth 2016 you were observed (phew he blew) gaining entry to properties in Tiddlytown by means of their chimneys to deliver gifts. We have reason to believe that you quaffed alcoholic beverages that were left for you at several addreses. This rendered you unfit to pilot your sleigh, thereby posing a risk to low flying aircraft’

Father Christmas missed his flight to Iceland and received a substantial fine.

‘Your kids are going to be very disappointed next Christmas Mason!’ laughed Jackson,

*I believe it's known as Where's Waldo in the USA !

My little piece of nonsense was inspired by this Dawn Miller's photo at FFfAW