Category Archives: Flash Fiction

Leading Action

Leading Action

I blinked my eyes against the hot daylight. Drastic force had blown up the building complex. The broad end, the one that had contained the housing for the enemy’s troops, had been completely demolished, and the rest of the base had fared little better.

“That’s the end of that.” Marvin’s voice held a brute edge I didn’t like.

I grunted. He’d pushed my bitter button. However much the enemy had deserved to die, I couldn’t help but feel regret.

************** Check out the Poetic Muselings blog for the prompt that lead to this story. My words and the new phrases that resulted are posted in the comments.

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After Christmas Blues, a short Christmas Tale

After Christmas Blues
by Margaret Fieland

Mrs. Claus is up in arms. Even with a full day to deliver the presents, Santa didn’t finish until 2PM on Christmas Day, and he’s so exhausted he’s in bed for a week.

“It’s outrageous,” Donner snorts when Mrs Claus asks for help. “We need a new plan.”

“Oh, it’s not so bad,” Rudolph murmurs. “After all, it’s only once a year.” His nose flashes a couple of times.

Donner tosses his antlers. “Just wait until you’re my age, youngster. That sleigh gets heavier every year, and every year when I get back I’m too stiff to fly again for at least a month.”

“Well, what do you suggest,” Vixen pipes up. “We’re already limiting our deliveries to good children between five and ten who celebrate Christmas.” She tosses her antlers and smiles.

“Yes,” Blixen adds, “and we’ve got a stack of complaints from the parents of the under-fives.”

“There’s that new North Pole Federal Express office,” Prancer offers, shifting from hoof to hoof. “We could offload the excess, just leave enough so Santa doesn’t feel useless.” The reindeer all nod.

And that, boys and girls, is why most Christmas gifts come in the mail.