Flash Fiction Month 2017, Day 25
Challenge #11: Write a story set in a board game. Its word count must be a multiple of 13.
“Well well well…”
Inspector Whiskers’ big round ears caught the unmistakable sound of a revolver being cocked.
“Looks like I’ve got a tail.”
Whiskers turned. “You’ve been keeping up this game of cat-and-mouse for quite some time, Officer Nibbles.”
“Longer than you know.” The mouse stepped into the pool of light beneath the streetlamp, streams of rain leaving hard lines in the fur of his face. “Too long to have you rat me out to the big cheese.”
“Why’d you do it?” Whiskers didn’t really need to ask, but he did need to buy some time. “You only got a couple more years on the job. Why risk your retirement plan?”
“Retirement plan?” Nibbles gave a short, squeaking laugh. “The way things are going down at the Department, I’ll be poor as a church mouse—and so will you! No, Inspector. This…” he gestured about the docks with the barrel of his gun. “This is my retirement plan.” Continue reading
Flash Fiction Month 2015, Day 29
“Did you remember to pack the vorpal cheeseknife?” enquired the March Hare.
“I thought you had it,” yawned the Dormouse.
“Brillig,” grumped the Hare. “Just brillig. How are we supposed to cut the manxome cheddar now?”
The Dormouse had no answer to this.
“We can’t possibly do without cheese,” put in the Hatter, “when we’re all crackers.”
Everyone groaned, except the Dormouse, who instead began to snore.
“I say,” began the Hare. “Jubjub Bird? Could you be a dear and fetch the vorpal cheeseknife?”
“Fetch it yourself,” snapped the Jubjub Bird, from atop a nearby Tumtum tree. “I’m not gallumphing back all the way through the mimsy borogoves.”
“My, you’re in an uffish mood today.” The Hare folded his arms. “Without that vorpal cheeseknife, none of us can have so much as a snicker-snack.”
Just then, the Bandersnatch emerged from the slithy toves.
“Ah!” The Hare waved. Even the most mature manxome cheddar couldn’t withstand the claws of the Bandersnatch. “Little help over here?”
But the Bandersnatch ignored him, whiffling on its way.
“I think he’s upset that we shunned him,” remarked the Hatter.
“Upset?” cried the Bandersnatch. “I’m frumious!”