Flashes of Sanity #125: Frozen Promises

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Today’s entry: Frozen Promises

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The snow was everywhere. On the ground, in her shoes, in her eye, and under Dina’s coat. Susanne made another attempt at getting the white away from Dina’s neck.
“Mart, how much longer do we have to go?”
“Just a little longer!” The snow storm muffled Mart’s voice. “We will see a door anytime now.”
A door in the middle of nowhere, that’s about he most stupid thing Susanne ever heard. She believed it anyway. At this time, she had no choice.
“Mom, I don’t think I want to meet Santa anymore.”
“Just hang on, honey. Just a little more.”
Dina closed her eyes and hugged herself. Susanne leaned in and hugged her daughter.
“That was just perfect…” Marge said beside them.
“What?”
“Charles Gool just declared himself president.”
“Gool? Didn’t he resign? Wait how did you know that?”
“He resigned, yes. Maybe not voluntarily.” Marge turned to Susanne. “And I was working with the presidents for decades. I got ways to get information anywhere. Even the North pole.”
“Here!” The shout came from what was Mart’s shadow that should only be 50 meters ahead, but looked like a distance too far away to walk.
Susanne picked up Dina. “I will carry you the last part,” she whispered. “I promise, I will carry you all the way.”
The door was big. Way too big to be missed. Susanne still didn’t see it until she crashed into its wooden frame. She looked at the massive open door planted in the middle of a snowy desert. Warmth radiated from the room on the other side. She resisted the wind and forced herself in. The storm subsided immediately. Her frozen spine could finally move again. And Dina opened her beautiful eyes.
“We made it,” Susanne whispered. “We are at Santa’s home.”
“We are?”
“Yes, you are!” A steady voice grumbled from some stairs. “Welcome to my sweet home.”
Susanne glanced at up the stairs and the man with the red hat. The skinny man with more holes than skin.
“Don’t look at him, Dina!”
Dina struggled in Susanne’s arms. “But I want to meet Santa.”
“Do you know what happens when a child sees Santa before Christmas?” The child stopped and looked at Susanne with big eyes.
“He disappears. Just like that. We don’t want that, right?”
Dina shook her head. “Can I look at the elves instead?”
In Susanne’s periphery, the corpse shrugged his shoulders and opened a door full of machines. An elf stood on the other side. His crocked back, long fingers and sly smile would break Dina’s heart.
The corpse whispered something in the elf’s ear. The back instantly straightened. The smile got kind.
“Is it right? Why don’t you show me to her right away!”
Dina turned towards the friendly voice, and the sparkle in her eyes would melt any heart. The corpse was gone, for now.
“Mom, it is an elf!”
“Yes, hon’,” Susanne said. “Let’s see if he can show us the toy factory.”

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Flashes of Sanity #120: Red Crown

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Today’s entry: Red Crown

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’We are on our way’, the text said. It put a smile on Sam’s face. All his son’s texts did nowadays.
Who could have guessed the little rascal would stop rioting and grow up to become like his father. He even got SurgeRay for a little while. Impressive to say the least.
”Please,” the bearded man pleaded. “Let me go. I want no harm.”
“I know.” Sam tucked away the phone into his jacket. “That is why I am here. It is about time your people learned how harm others.”
“But Santa is the kindest there is. Santa and his elves can never do any harm.”
Sam raised his right eyebrow. He walked across the room, past a large door to the elf tied up on a chair. Behind the door songs were sang and machines were humming.
“You are partially right, you can’t do cause any harm. That is you nature. It is really a shame that one of the kindest people on earth found the red crown. Your elves on the other hand… Yes, they are the kindest of all our folks. But that is only because they obey the one wearing the hat. They abandoned free will a thousand years ago.”
Sam grabbed the elf’s chin and pushed the head up so they were eye to eye. The tears glistered in his eyes. He shook.
“These little rascals have been in so many wars throughout the years. Up until their leader got slaughtered on the battle field and their whole kind went into stasis. And then you found the hat, and the rest is something I told my son every year.”
“I don’t think I understand.” Santa tried to move his arms. The rope held him tight. “We are a peaceful people.”
“No.” Sam stretched into his jacket. He found the grip. He tied his fingers around it. He found the trigger. “You are peaceful. These bastards are close to mindless.”
“No… They are…”
The gun exploded inside Sam’s hand. Santa froze. As the trickle of blood travelled down Santa’s forehead, the sounds behind the large door stopped. The elf closed his eyes and became completely relaxed.
Sam smiled. A laugh tickled his throat. He let it out. He let it all out.
Once he gathered himself he took the red hat from Santa’s head. He watched the white tassel swing back and fourth.
“You are mine now,” he said and put the hat on.
The elf woke up. The tears in his eyes still glistered as he looked around.
“How are you feeling now my kind elf?”
The elf found Sam. Behind the tears a fire was ignited.
“I am angry,” the elf said. “I want blood.”
“I will give you blood.” Sam laughed again. The elf laughed with him.
And behind the door the song was of war, and the machines rebuilt the toys as weapons.

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Flashes of Sanity #104: Snow Shoes

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This week’s entry: Snow Shoes

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Each stride his chilled his feet further. They were nothing but ice on bones at this point.
Who cared? When you had been dead, is it really important?
A large wooden door arose in the storm. It radiated warmth in a world of snow. He knocked with a hand shattering with each punch.
”Yes…” the elf fell silent as he saw the frozen man on the other side. ”Who are you?”
”I am a lost man of the woods. I seek the aid from the north pole.”
The elf hesitated, then he opened the door.
”Come in, come in,” the elf said.
The man smiled as he walked in. The north polers never could say no to a lost soul. It had been part of their tribe for hundreds of years. One of tye many traits tgey could not control.
It could so easily be used. The elves knew that too.
”What brings a man from the woods to our humble quarters.”
An army, the man thought.
”Safety,” he said.
Inside, fire warmed a room so big it could house hundreds. Yet it was empty.
“I am sorry,” the elf said. “Our master is occupied elsewhere.”
“Isn’t he always?”
The elf smiled, a hesitant but still warm smile.
“Yes, he always is.” The elf scanned the thick robe on the man’s body. “Why does a man of the woods need the north pole’s safety?”
“The woods want to kill me,” the man said. “They have already succeeded once.”
The elf froze by the fire place. Yet his hospitality forced him to continue the discussion.
“What have you done to the woods?”
The man walked up to the elf. He let his robe fall to the floor showing all the holes the roots and the bugs had carved through him. His eyes were long gone. His teeth too. His skin was mold on rotten muscles.
“I killed my tribe.” His breath hit the elf in the face one rotten wind at the time. “And now I want to kill every one.”
Outside a sleigh landed on the snow. The hit thundered through the door.
“Ho, ho, ho.”
“And you will help me.”
As the door opened again, the man hit the bearded house lord and the red mass fell to the floor.
“Do you hear me, little elf? You will help me whether you like it or not.”
“Please,” the elf cried. “We want peace.”
Sam laughed. “It is too late for that!”

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