“Years ago your grandfather brought me here. He notched an arrow in his bow, like this. He aimed his bow high in the air and shot the arrow. Then you know what he did next?” He looked over. His son was on his cell phone,again.”Son did you hear me?”
He son looked up at him, Yeah, yeah grandpa shot an arrow.”
“Yes, but did you know what he did next son?”
“No because you haven’t tiold me.”
“Well he told me, “That’s your arrow now go get it.”
“Kind of a lame story, dad.”
“Yeah, I guess
“Ren-e-gade: someone or something that causes trouble and cannot be contained.”
“Bull$#it, we are superheroes, we help out these humans. Sure we may have moments we wreak havoc on those we seek to save. But they should be thankful we did not let all,of them die some horrible death”
“Renegade, the point is to take out the evil villains without…well let’s say…destroying half of the city.”
“Star Cloud, I’m tired of your self righteous b.s. We get the job done. Isn’t that right Atom Girl?”
“Hey don’t get me in the middle of this.”
“Don’t say anything,”
“Well if you’d turned where I told you we wouldn’t be lost now.”
“Yes dear…you know…wait what is that standing in the road.”
Joe and his wife looked down the road.
“If I didn’t know better I would say it is Bigfoot.”
“Joe, Bigfoot does not wear a short and jeans.”
“But look at the big hairy feet…”
“He’s thumbing a ride…are you going to pick him up?”
Joe pulled the car over.
The car door opened and he squeezed himself in.
“Hi, my name is Harry. Thanks for giving me a lift
The fifth grouping of Micro Flash Fiction Stories.
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“Be right there,” He yelled as he pulled up his jeans. The clockmaker headed from the back room to his workshop. There stood a man holding a pocket watch.
“Can I help you?”
“Yes, I heard you are the best clockmaker in the city.”
“I wouldn’t call myself the best, but I’m good.”
The customer laid the pocket watch on the counter.
The old clockmaker looked at it. “Ive never seen anything like it before.”
“Nor do I think you ever will. At least in your lifetime.”
“What
“I am from a time when winters are cold and long.
Happy boarded the 6 PM bus from Market St to Franklin Ave like he did everyday after work. He sat down in his usual seat, the fifth one on the left. He sat down to relax on his ride home. He noticed a baseball cap sitting on the seat next to him. He picked the cap up and examined it. The cap had the sales tag attached. A new hat. Someone must have dropped the hat out of their bag.
“Their loss, “ He thought.
He ripped off the tag and put the cap on. He could hear people’s thoughts.
The odd man remained silent, forcing a small copper box into my hands.
I looked at the box. “What’s this?”
He remained silent.
I examined the box. There didn’t seem to be anything extraordinary about it. I tried to lift the lid. The box didn’t open. I looked up at the odd man.
“How do I open it?”
He shrugged his shoulders.
I shrugged mine back. “What’s that supposed to mean. You give me a nondescript copper box and expect me to know what to do with it.”
“I was only told to deliver it.”
With that he left.
“The prom, not another word about the prom. That’s not for people like us.”
“Why, Tommy?”
“We come from the poor side of town…we don’t fit in with the rich Jolene.”
“But….”
“Don’t you think I want to go? There is not a girl I know who will say yes.”
“Have you asked anyone?”
“No, Jolene I haven’t.
“Well then how do you know the girl will turn you down?”
“Jolene, just drop it.”
“Here comes Jennie, ask her.”
“What, no way. She’s out of my league.”
“Tommy, I’ll call her over….hey Jennie.”
“No…”
“Here she comes…”
“Why did you do that?” Tommy whispered.
Jennie strolled over to where they stood. “What’s up guys?”
Tommy remained silent. Jennie was out of his league.
Jolene looked at Tommy. “Ask her.”
“Ask me what?” Jennie looked from Jolene to Tommy.
Tommy met Jennie’s gaze. In his heart he knew the answer to the question on his lips. So it didn’t matter?, “Would you go to prom with me?”
“Well.”
Here it comes Tommy thought.
“I thought you and Jolene would be going together.”
Tommy looked at Jolene. He’d never thought of asking her. “Would you?”
Jolene smiled, “Yes.”
It was going to be weird
“I’m not as bad as you may think I am.”
“Shut up evil one.”
“Oh, gonna resort to name calling. Okay, yeah I’m the big bad wolf. I do have street creds to uphold but I’m not a bad guy.”
“You ate my grandmother.”
“Hello, I am a wolf. I eat meat, Red”
“Well your meat eating days are over…”
You can’t kill me Red…you and I go way back…”
“If you call going way back..you trying to kill me every time we meet. What’s the deal with that anyway?”
“It is nothing personal, I’m a wolf.”
