Flash-Fiction with the words "all the roads are closed".
|I always had a soft corner for Nickelville. Maybe it was the elves or my vanity with the name. It was my last stop before a jolly ride back home and Nickelville's beauty on Christmas Eve hypnotized me.
There's a coffee shop on the town's outskirts that I have grown to love—nothing like a hot cup of coffee to rejuvenate me for my upcoming endeavors. Stepping out of the coffee shop, I noticed a peculiar tilt in the sleigh, which was now one reindeer short. 'Dasher,' I shook my head.
"Well, guess we go on foot, now, won't we?" I looked over at Vixen and Blitzen.
The town did not have the usual gaiety. Distant voices echoed as if from a poorly tuned television.
"All the roads are closed today because of a recent inconvenience," the tall elf-woman spoke.
Then almost in a whisper.
"The humans know."
I looked around quickly.
"How do you suggest we get out of this mess, Rudolph? One slight peek at you, and we'll be discovered," I joked.
He glared at me.
The eerie silence broke- quite evidently the work of the humans.
"Quick, think. Are there any chimneys around I can hide in? Potholes? You think I could pass off as a garden gnome?"
Vixen neighed; urgency evident.
They were here; this was it. I closed my eyes.
"Psst," I heard a voice from the other side.
"Bing!" a smile stretched across my face.
"We found Dasher," he whispered.
I threw my hands up in relief.
"What are you waiting for? Get inside before they get any closer," Bing signaled.
"Ah, yes." I picked up the sack.
Bing levitated above me as an enormous door appeared. As I stepped into Nickelville, I heard a voice.
"Mom, I just saw Santa!"