Wednesday, February 22, 2017

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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


24 comments:

  1. A fine piece of nonsense! Good laugh Keith.

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  2. LOL! Nicolas Claus can't deliver Christmas because he has been drinking! I feel sorry for all the children.

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    1. Blame the kids for always leaving a drink for him when he calls. Mine used to leave him sherry - because I like it!

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  3. You're right about Waldo. And I have no idea why. I told my partner about the 'muffin' quandary you face in naming both the savory and the sweet. We are always amazed by slight differences in the same basic language. Be well!

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    1. It is odd that here two totally different things can have the same name. It's suprising that we don't call sweet ones American Muffins!

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  4. Hi Keith - fun story .. just wrong time of year ... we should be having pancake Pete - or something similar ... Candy Carnevale ... ah well - I'll go back to my computer! Cheers Hilary

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    1. Sorry about that! But I'm not sure kids would leave a drink and a mince pie for Pete they way they do for Santa!

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  5. Very clever, Keith! I can see why Santa might enjoy all those drinks left out for him after months of racing to meet the demands of spoiled children with long lists, expecting to not be disappointed come Christmas morning. So now poor Santa has been detained for drunk flying. Maybe it was intentional, and he was quite ready for a stint of rest! ;-)

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    1. Blame it all the kids that left drinks and mince pies for him! It's an annual tradition here and one I liked when kids were 'believers'!

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  6. I thought it was perfectly acceptable for Santa to have a 'hot toddy' to warm his cockles!
    I mean, my word! It's SANTA!!

    - Lisa

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    1. It's been done for generations, and great it is too!

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  7. Ha! "Heathwick" airport made me smile, for a start. Poor Santa :-)

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  8. Lol.. Funny... Till i read this line "Father Christmas missed his flight to Iceland and received a substantial fine" i thought it was some sort of heist robbery and the robber being caught.. Lol...

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    1. Haha! Another story for another day! Thanks Sunayana

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  9. :-) Great take.

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  10. well that's funny. learnt a new word, quaff

    http://obliqview.blogspot.in/2017/02/a-wave-of-fear-he-hated-all-them-for.html

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    1. A little bit of silliness does us good! Cheers Dawn

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