May 14, 2010

Flash Fiction: Mr Clean ©

Here's another of my short stories. This is what is called "Flash Fiction." The challenge is to write a complete story in 500 words or less.
Flash Fiction: Mr Clean
"Hello little girl," said the man in a blue leotard. "I’m here to rescue you."

Ginny felt less than reassured.  He wore a silly paper mask over his eyes, and the letters "MC" on his uniform, were badly sewn on.

She sat back in the chair and shook her head.

"No more will you have to fight nasties!" said the superhero earnestly. "Not while Mr Clean is around."

Ginny pressed her lips firmly together.

"It's true!" he declared, his hands on his hips. "Just ask your mother."

"Now Ginny," said her mother from the doorway, "Mr Clean is here to help you."

"I can get rid of those nasties," the man said, beaming a reassuring smile.

Ginny scrunched further down into the seat, and and put both hands over her mouth.

Mr Clean sighed and said to Ginny's mother, "I wish there was something more I could do. I'm afraid the nasties are taking over."

"Ginny," her mother said firmly, "Mr Clean is the best dentist in town.  If you don't get that tooth decay fixed now, you are going to suffer tooth-ache, or worse."

“What could be worse than the dentist?” Ginny thought.

In exasperation, her mother grabbed Ginny by the arm, and hauled her from the chair.
* * * * *

That night as Ginny was lying in bed, congratulating herself on avoiding another dentist visit, she heard a whisper in the dark.

"Who's there?" she asked nervously.

There was a rustling sound, followed by a soft slither. Ginny sat upright, pulling the covers to her chin.

Light from the window shone on two hideous creatures as they slunk, like oozing gigantic slugs, right to the edge of her bed.

"Hello little girl," said one, licking his lips. "I'm one of the nasties."
The other smiled, a sharp-toothed grin. "We're here to eat you!" ©

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