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The Waitress and Two Other Flash Fiction Stories

Timothy is a Christian who enjoys creating visual art and writing. He has a B.S. in Psychology.

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Prologue:

Here are three flash fiction stories for your reading pleasure. The longest of the stories is The Waitress, a story about a waitress who is more than she appears. The other two stories are about a mischievous magpie and a return.

Prompt:

Write a 950 word story in the magical realism genre. It's about a frustrated waitress and should include a painting. Also use the sentence 'It's too warm.' Bonus prompt: Your character is hated by everyone

The Waitress

“Lou when are you gonna get the heater fixed. It's so hot in here I can feel the sweat running down my back.”

Lou looked out the little window in the kitchen. “If you thinks it’s hot out there come back here and help me cook,”

“We’ve been over this before. You don’t want me back there cooking. Just call someone about the air conditioning.”

“Yeah, yeah. I’ll get right on that Peg.” Lou turned back from his cooking.

Peg turned around to find all the customers looking at her. Right now she felt like the most hated person in the diner. Everyone seemed to blame her for how hot it was. Well at least it looked that way because of the lack of tips. She walked over to wait on another table. The painting on the back wall started to bang against the wall.

Everyone turned to look to see what was going on. The painting was of a guy walking along a path away from a castle-like building in the background. The knight is brandishing a sword. Peg had never liked the painting; it reminded her too much of something which happened in her past.

The painting started to bang louder. Suddenly, the painting fell off the wall and onto the floor. Everyone in the diner watched like they expected it to explode. After a few minutes, when nothing happened, they all lost interest and went back to what they were doing. Most chalked it up to just a small tremor of some kind.

Only Peg the waitress chalked it up to,something else. She looked around at all the rest of the people in the diner. None of them seemed concerned which was good. She went back to work filling orders and collecting her tips. At 5:00 PM her shift ended and she grabbed her coat to leave. She glanced over at the painting, which Lou had hung back up on the wall.

She slipped on her coat and left. Peg stepped out the door and headed towards her car. She noticed a man leaning up against the passenger side fender. As she got closer she saw it was a rather slender good looking fellow with long black hair.

“Oh crap!” She said to herself.

“What?” Said the man.”You’re not glad to see me...Peg?”

“I should have known it was you who rattled the painting. You always did like a dramatic entrance. So why are you here Jake. To torment the people of this world.”

“I do not torment these people. I simply give them what they desire.”

“Yes, then you leave them broken discarded souls.”

He threw his hands up in the air. Peg, you should be thanking me.”

“Thank you.” She wrinkled her brow. “For what?”

“For giving your kind something to do in this world. Think about it, no pain, no needs for you to fulfill. Then all you’re left with are just boring days hanging out.” He threw himself off the fender of her car and waved his hand in a sweeping motion through the air. “Besides,humans bring it on themselves. Asking for things they do not need, power and money which do not bring happiness. They could say no. They have free will after all.”

“Yes, Jake they do have free will but when your kind entices them you know they cannot say no because the reward you offer seems to justify the means.”

“Peg, Peg, Peg, I did not come here to argue our conflicting roles in this world. You and I both know you are a Guardian and I’m the one you guard this world from.”

“Then why are you here...just to spill more hot air.”

Jake laughed. “No I’m here to warn you.”

“Warn me?” Peg scowled. “Warn me of what?”

“Because of our past relationship I have been sent here to eliminate you. You have become a problem to the family.”

Peg laughed. “They sent you...my brother...to kill me? You have to be joking. You are not my equal in weaponry and skills.”

“I know. It is why I volunteered.”

“Volunteered! What were you thinking?”

“I thought maybe if I came here I could talk you ought of your folly of helping these creatures. In doing so your life would be spared.”

Peg looked at her brother. A bit of sadness filled her heart. She did not want to fight him. She especially did not want to kill him. Still, she was not about to give up doing good here on this world.

“Go back and tell the others I said...no!”

Jake reached behind his back and pulled out a sword.

“Are you really going to go through this?”

“If I don't they will eliminate me.”

Peg pulled her sword and readied herself. Her brother came at her and swung his sword in a wide arc. Peg blocked his sword and pushed it away. Then she went in and swept his legs out from underneath him. Her brother laid on the ground looking up at his sister. Peg shook her head.

“I do not want to hurt you. We once served the same leader. Now however you have chosen to go against all which is right in order to justify your own ends. Stop now one meet my sword’s justice”

Jake laughed. “Sorry sis…I cannot.” He pushed himself up and lifted his sword.

Peg looked at him. “I will do what I need to do. Now go away.” She turned to go to her car. Her brother came at her. She turned and ran her sword home. Her brother’s mouth opened. Then he was gone. Peg looked. “Why?”

“A bike? Of all things you just want a bike ?”

Prompt:

A selfish magpie that keeps stealing from the same people’s home, day in and day out. Until one day the magpie gets caught in one of their traps.

The Magpie

The magpie watched the house from a nearby tree. The humans who lived there had left a window open again. The bird swooped down from the branch and landed on the window sill. It was now or never.

The magpie fluttered through the window and landed on a table. It saw the object of its affection, a shiny bauble up on a shelf. The magpie grabbed the small object in its beak and turned to fly away. A shriek caught its attention.

“Dad the bird is back!” A young girl shouted.

The magpie watched as a man carrying a broom rushed into the room.

“Who left the window open!” He shouted.

The magpie liked this part of the game. The bird flew or right depending on the human’s swing of the broom. The bird saw the girl heading towards the window.

“Game over.” It thought. Then flew as fast as it could out the window and into the sky. In the the magpie heard the human shout something like. “And stay away.” As the windows slammed down below.

The magpie knew its little game had been going on for too long. She was getting careless. One more run and she would move onto something new.

The magpie laid low for a few days. She scouted out some houses in the neighborhood but none of them appealed to her. Finally one day late in the week she came back to her favorite house. The window was open. She hesitated for a moment. Something just didn’t feel right. She shook it off as just pre-raid jitters.

The magpie hopped from foot to foot as it waited for its opportunity. Finally the human slid open an upstairs window. She waited a few more minutes to make sure the human had retreated from the window. She flew down to the window sill and stood there. She peered into the room looking for a bauble to catch her interest. She spied a shiny object across the room. Time for action.

She flew through the window and was about halfway to the object when she heard a loud noise behind her. She circled in the air and to her horror spied a large human standing there. A smile crossed his face.

“Gotch!” He said.

She circled back across the room and landed on the top of a curtain.

“So it would seem.” The magpie answered, a little sarcasm in her voice. She spun her head left to right as she tried to figure her next move.

“Wait, you can talk?”

She spun her head back to the human. “Of course I can talk.” Then a thought crossed her mind. “I’m a magical magpie. I can grant wishes. All you need do is ask.”

“Grant wishes?”

She hopped from foot to foot. “It is what I said. Now ask me for something.”

As the human stood the magpie watched him and contemplated her next move. She had an idea but she didn’t know if it would work or not. Finally the human looked up at her.

“I’m not sure I believe you but I’m willing to give it a try. I would like a new bike.”

“A bike? Of all things you just want a bike ?”

“Yes...just a bike.”

The magpie closed her eyes for a few seconds then reopened them. “Your wish is granted.”

The human looked around. “Where is it? I don’t see it.”

“It is outside in what you humans call a driveway.”

The human looked at her. “I’m not sure I believe you.”

It was time for her to put her plan into action. “Then go look for yourself.”

The human turned and walked across the room to the front door. The magpie got ready. The human turned the knob and opened the door. The magpie dove off the curtain rod and swooped towards the door. The human started to turn but too late. The magpie dove under the humans arm and out the front door. She flew to a branch high up in the tree and looked down. The human looked up.

“Where is my bike?”

The magpie laughed. “I can’t believe you fell for that. Now if you’ll excuse me I’ll be on my way.” The magpie spread her wings and flew away.

The human just shook his head and went back in the house and closed the door.

And just who are you?

Prompt: Dialogue

First line of the story.

”I’d rather be dead.”

Come Again

”I’d rather be dead.”

”Well then I got some good news for you.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Well, to tell you the truth you are or were dead but now your back to help me.”

“And just who are you?”

“My name is Leroy. I’m sorta an Angel. I was given permission to pick one soul to return to Earth. I chose you Peter.”

Peter looked at the sorta Angel. A million things ran through his mind. The chief one was...why him?”

So my first and only question is...why?”

“Because you’re good at what you do

© 2021 Timothy Whitt

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