A little post-Valentines flash fiction – enjoy!
“Mrs. Dumpty is just as klutzy as her husband. Why they can’t just stay off that wall it beats me.” The King sighed. He’d tried sending in his men and the horses again. Didn’t work though. One of these days he’d give up and just make a huge pan of scrambled egg.
But today wasn’t the day for that. Today was Valentine’s Day. So he’d call in Cupid.
“Can’t do it,” said Cupid. “Not my area.”
“Don’t care,” countered the King. “You owe me a favor. Remember that stray arrow last year?”
“Yeah, I remember. You’re never going to let me forget that, are you? I’ll see what I can do.”
“Cheers mate. If anyone can get the Dumptys back together I know it’s you.”
Cupid flew down the wall. The Dumptys lay on the floor groaning. It looked bad, real bad. He worked for three hours straight but in the end had to call the King back.
“I’m sorry your majesty.” He sighed. “Even I couldn’t bring them back together.”
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The holidays are just around the corner. Here’s a little tale written by me and my daughter Ronni. Enjoy!
The Reindeer Games
By Debbie Manber Kupfer and Ronni Kupfer
Rudolf crouched behind the igloo waiting for his chance. He could see Blitzen in the distance on the other side of the snow bank. She was the last. Dasher and Prancer had been easy pickings. Vixen had taken longer. He had one poisonous dart left hidden in the recesses of his red, red, nose. Blitzen edged out and now Rudolf had a perfect line of sight. Pow, he sent the poison dart. It hit its target and Blitzen fell to the ground. The Reindeer Games were over. Rudolf was the Victor and he would get to guide Santa’s sleigh tonight!
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Simon concentrated on the words. They had to be just right, perfect. The ink flowed from his pen as it floated a few inches above the magenta tissue. There that’s it, and now to fold, to create. Silently he mouthed the spell and the butterfly began to take form. He had watched a Japanese master once form an intricate butterfly out of a single sheet of paper. He closed his eyes and dredged through his memories, remembering the lines. He smiled as he opened his eyes and the butterfly sat in front him, its wings quivering, awaiting his next instruction.
Jennifer sat by herself in the corner of the cafeteria. Tonight was prom and still no invitation. She was crazy to believe that Simon was interested in her – especially as her magic was so commonplace. He could have his pick of any witch here, why would he choose her? But still she caught herself looking over at his table. He appeared to be concentrating on something. Lost in whatever crazy creative spell he was working on.
Simon raised his wand and slowly the butterfly rose through the air. All around the cafeteria there was a sudden hush as the students watched the flight of the magenta butterfly as it circled the room and finally fluttered onto Jennifer’s plate.
Jennifer gazed at it in awe. She held her breath as it started to unfold, until at last she could see the words written in beautiful copperplate letters:
“Mr. Simon Black requests the pleasure of Miss Jennifer Meeks to accompany him this evening to Salem High Spring Prom.”
With trembling hands, Jennifer took out her pen and wrote a single word, “yes”. Instantly the butterfly reformed and fluttered over to Simon’s table. Simon read the word and smiled at Jennifer who nodded. It was going to be perfect, she thought.
Happy Valentines Day folks. Join me later today at the Owl You Need is Love Event on FB and check out my special Valentines word seek on Paws 4 Puzzles.
Punxsatawney Phil didn’t see his shadow. But he saw someone else’s. What is that, he thought. It was definitely not Groundhog shaped. Maybe he should warn someone, but the humans were cheering now, rejoicing in an early spring. Yes, spring would come early this year, but with it something else, someone else – someone far more sinister than Jack Frost and there was nothing Phil could do about it.