Minnie Mouse

(100-word flash fiction)

“Matt, come here!” His father’s shout shatters his glorious dream, in which a spaceship had landed beside his house, extended a long, metal arm into his pesky sister’s window, extracted her and shimmered out of view.

His mother’s staring at something on the table. Above the shaving foam over half his face, his father’s frown is ominous.

The object on the table whirrs, beeps and glows incandescent blue.

His brother, Mark, bursts into the room. “I can’t find Minnie anywhere. She’s gone missing.”

“Wowser!” His grin is wicked. “It wasn’t a dream. They took Minnie and left a mouse instead.”


Come Friday, (or almost) it’s time to write a piece of flash fiction for the eclectic group Friday Fictioneers hosted by the lovely Rochelle.

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34 comments on “Minnie Mouse

  1. I wonder how you contact them for this pesky sister removal service? I’m sure it keeps the aliens quite busy. Fun piece. I loved the father’s half-shaven face and ominous expression.

  2. That’s funny! Nicely done! Coincidentally, my story (a few days ago) was about a mouse which was transformed into a computer mouse which wreaked havoc and carnage.

    And oddly, when my husband saw me writing my story, he said he would have done one about a small space-ship that landed on a table and abducted a mouse! So, you and he were on a similar wave-length, it seem!

  3. Funny. Those aliens are like pack rats who take something, but leave something else behind. Poor Minnie. Maybe she’ll be so pesky they’ll bring her back. Well done, JJ. 🙂 — Suzanne

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