A modern fairytale
There once was a girl called Snow and she lived inside a delightful children’s movie, set in an enchanting forest surrounded by fairies and unicorns.
She was growing up fast and easily got bored. So, she asked the Ice Queen who had a magic snow globe if she could send her to another more exciting movie.
‘Be careful what you wish for,’ the Ice Queen advised, but Snow was a stubborn adolescent and wouldn’t take No for an answer.
The Ice Queen gave her the magic globe. Snow shook it and she went into in a swirl, twisting and spinning down and down, until …
… she arrived at a place full of sand and there were terrific bangs and whizzes and zooms and not a fairy or unicorn to be seen.
Suddenly, a severed head fell at her feet. It had blood gushing out of it where the shoulders ought to be.
‘Oh dear,’ she said, ‘whatever can this be?’ and the head spoke to her, ‘Welcome to Saving Private Ryan.’
She blinked a lot because she didn’t have the least idea who or what Private Ryan was. So, the head, which had now been joined by a couple of bleeding arms and a crushed foot, gave her an idiot’s guide to the D-Day landing.
Snow was overjoyed and with great excitement picked up a gun, and ignoring the film director, she single-handed stormed the beach head.
Then, a big bomb went bang and we never saw Snow again.
Words: Richard Rooney
Illustration: A.I.
Flash Fiction 250
Flash Fiction 250 