Monday Flash Fic: There’s Something About Mary

It’s been a little while since I’ve flashed you guys, but with good reason that’s of no importance here. ha Anyway, I put a little something together just now for today’s picspiration. Hope you find it interesting.


There’s Something About Mary

A slow yet frantic rush of black and white ran around the carousel, squeaking and squawking, wings flapping in animated fashion.

“He did it! He finally did it!”

The horses, tethered to the carousel by their poles, lazily strolled in their normal circular path, slowing even more in order to listen to the penguins.

“Who did what?” They neighed and flicked their manes, slightly miffed—if carousel horses could be so—at the interruption of their afternoon jaunt.

The penguins, manic at this point, were in a state of discombobulation, running this way and that, several talking at once and over each other in trying to give their news.

“The chimney sweep! He finally figured it out and is—“


“That’s to say—”

The lead horse pulled to a stop, halting the process of the herd, which expressed their dismay in a chorus of whinnies and stomps. “Now see here. You there, explain this nonsense of yours, or let us be on our way with no further interruptions.”

One of the penguins, upon hearing the derision of the lead horse, stopped short and frowned, seemingly unaware of and displeased with his own previously frenetic behavior. He waddled calmly, yet with some ire, up to the majestic horse and relayed the message his compatriots were still flapping on about.

“Sir, it seems that the bumbling human has found a way through the frame and is on his way here.”

The horse pawed the ground in frustration. “You halted our relaxing afternoon for this? He poses no threat. Why, when—“

“Without the Miss.” The penguin interrupted.

At hearing this, the horses pricked their ears, hearing faint sounds of a drum and cymbal, a horn, and other discordant sounds growing louder, emanating not far down the lane from where their carousel stood. Stamping their hooves, the lead horse continued, “Well, why didn’t you say so? Needs must and all that, we will be on our way. Please do give our regrets.”

And with that, the horses broke rank, severing themselves from their poles, and fled the idyllic park post-haste.

A few moments later, the lanky man covered in soot and other substances, carrying a slew of  instruments and drum-clanging with each step, stopped at the park bench and looked around. The penguins, three of which were unaware of their newly arrived guest, were still bumbling about until one approached with a cool glass of water and a tray of biscuits, and left them on the bench. Tossing his hand-towel over his head in the general direction of the man as he quickly waddled away to gather his brothers, he said, “Good day, Sir. We must be going.”

The man shrugged the musical contraption off his back, and sat to enjoy his snack, singing softly with a wicked grin pasted on, “Oh, it’s a jol-ly hol-i-day without Maaaary.”

~Deidre Meyrick 2015

As always, be sure to check the other Monday Flashes at the group page. Have a great Monday and a fabulous week!


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