Flash Fiction
'Enjoy your fucking pot roast you
filthy bastard' growled the old and dirty waitress as she drops his
pot roast from a base of two inches. The rank contents swirl and
splash on the table, a little bit on falling on Ted's bran new ape
suit. With a smile Bill turned to Ted 'nice weather we are having
Ted' Ted looks deep into Bills eyes and stated that he agreed.
A huge rotating saw blade cuts the diner in two, including the oval bowl containing the pot roast and a few of Ted's fingers. Ted and Bill explode into waves of multi coloured paint that hit the floor; rolling over everything in a mix match of colours.
From the paint
emerges a swing, a see saw, and a round about. A full playground for
the kids to play on, if they dared... A huge and black monstrous
figure emerges from the sea of paint to sick up children onto the
various play things, giggling as they emerged; patiently taking turns
to vandalise the equipment.
The scene freezes and turns to paper
which is folded down into a pop-up book. Long arms that stretch
into the distance close the book fully and put it in a toy box next
to a dolly that is sat in the corner punching itself in the face.
At the other end of the arms are huge penis' that bobble in front of the queen of England who pokes them with a stick; an evil and maniacal look in her eyes. She had won. you knew she would, god damn it!
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