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Arnold the Sentient Piña Colada’s Very Busy Day

Flash Fiction Month 2020, Day 7

Challenge #3: Write a story revolving around two very different characters working towards a common goal. The characters must be specified by a fellow participant, who will also provide a line of dialogue to be included in the story.

I chose to use the characters and dialogue suggested by G. Deyke in this comment: a perfectly ordinary jellyfish; a sentient piña colada; “You and what undead army?”

 

EXT. LEAKY BOTTOMS BOAT RENTAL – EVENING

ARNOLD THE SENTIENT PIÑA COLADA sits at the front desk of his beachside establishment, LEAKY BOTTOMS BOAT RENTAL. Row upon row of kayaks and catamarans lie untouched upon the sand. It is late in the day. It is evident from the neatness of the ranks of boats that there have been no customers. JOLENE, a perfectly ordinary jellyfish, drifts about in a shallow rock pool nearby. ARNOLD and JOLENE listen to upbeat reggae music emanating from a cheap, wind-up RADIO that also rests upon the front desk.

ARNOLD

Nice weather. Mild.

JOLENE propels herself into the side of the rock pool, pauses, then reverses direction.

ARNOLD

You said it. Surprised we haven’t seen more business today, really. I wonder if it’s because…

Satan and His Robot Buddy Paul

Flash Fiction Month 2018, Day 29

EXT. SAINT SWITHUN’S HOME FOR EXCEPTIONALLY BIG-EYED ORPHANS – MORNING

We see the sun rising over St. Swithun’s Home for Exceptionally Big-eyed Orphans, which is prominently signposted. Birds are singing. Peaceful flute music – you know the music I mean – plays.

Record scratch. The music stops.

Woman screams.

CUT TO:

INT. SAINT SWITHUN’S HOME FOR ETC. KITCHEN – CONTINUOUS

MRS. WITHERSPOON continues screaming, hands clasped to her face. She screams for some time, eyes wide with horror. Finally, we see what she was screaming about. There is a plate on the kitchen table covered with the smeared remains of a cake. Icing is splattered liberally all around.

MRS. WITHERSPOON: Who can possibly deduce who ate the orphans’ precious cake?

Tyres screech outside.

Brutal guitar solo plays.

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