Note: This is the eighteenth post in Free Fiction Fridays. These are short stories put up each Friday that you can read for free.
By the next Friday the post will be taken down and a new one will go up. Enjoy!
By the next Friday the post will be taken down and a new one will go up. Enjoy!
The Second Occupy Wall Street Protests were getting worse. They covered more than eighteen square blocks now, and looked ready to expand further. Mike Kincaid wasn’t going to let that happen.
“What is that?” a voice shouted out.
Mike felt the back of his neck, where his own hairs were rising. It felt like electricity, static…something. Something was in the air! Lighting?
Mike looked up, then his eyes went wide as a shimmering blue…cloud – that was all he could describe it as – suddenly appeared out of nowhere. People around him were shouting and beginning to scream, and for the first time in weeks the line of protesters broke.
Mike wanted to run along with them, but he couldn’t rip his eyes from what he was seeing. Lighting or electricity or…something right out of the movies…rippled and crackled along the cloud, and suddenly the thing fell or expanded or…Mike just didn’t know what was going on.
The cloud touched the ground and the light blue shimmering…pool…in the middle suddenly became white, then yellow, then so bright that Mike had to look away, no matter how much he might not have wanted to.
He could see the light under his eyelids and beneath his arm, but noticed too when it began to fade. He turned back, and slowly lowered his arm from his face, then his eyes went wide again. There before him was a…doctor or some sort, and at his feet was…Adolph Hitler?
The doctor had the scruff of the Nazi leader’s collar gripped tightly in his hand, and when he saw Mike standing there he nodded and started forward. Hitler – if that’s really who it was and this wasn’t some crazy joke (was Prince Harry in New York again?) – scrunched up his face in a wicked scowl, but then his eyes went wide as he was drug across the ground.
“Officer, I was wondering if you could help me.”
“What can I…do for you,” Mike said, looking from the doctor to Hitler.
“I’d like you to arrest this man.”
Mike laughed. “For what? Wearing a stupid costume.”
“No, for war crimes.”
“Hey, mister–”
“Holen Sie sich Ihre verdammten Hände weg!”
Mike looked down at Hitler then to the doctor. “So he’s taken some German lessons, so what?”
“So you’re not going to help?”
“Well, maybe if you’d just stepped out of a taxi, no, I wouldn’t help. But considering you just stepped out of some magical portal I’d only expect to see in a superhero movie…then yes, I’ll help.”
The doctor smiled. “Good.”
“What is that?” a voice shouted out.
Mike felt the back of his neck, where his own hairs were rising. It felt like electricity, static…something. Something was in the air! Lighting?
Mike looked up, then his eyes went wide as a shimmering blue…cloud – that was all he could describe it as – suddenly appeared out of nowhere. People around him were shouting and beginning to scream, and for the first time in weeks the line of protesters broke.
Mike wanted to run along with them, but he couldn’t rip his eyes from what he was seeing. Lighting or electricity or…something right out of the movies…rippled and crackled along the cloud, and suddenly the thing fell or expanded or…Mike just didn’t know what was going on.
The cloud touched the ground and the light blue shimmering…pool…in the middle suddenly became white, then yellow, then so bright that Mike had to look away, no matter how much he might not have wanted to.
He could see the light under his eyelids and beneath his arm, but noticed too when it began to fade. He turned back, and slowly lowered his arm from his face, then his eyes went wide again. There before him was a…doctor or some sort, and at his feet was…Adolph Hitler?
The doctor had the scruff of the Nazi leader’s collar gripped tightly in his hand, and when he saw Mike standing there he nodded and started forward. Hitler – if that’s really who it was and this wasn’t some crazy joke (was Prince Harry in New York again?) – scrunched up his face in a wicked scowl, but then his eyes went wide as he was drug across the ground.
“Officer, I was wondering if you could help me.”
“What can I…do for you,” Mike said, looking from the doctor to Hitler.
“I’d like you to arrest this man.”
Mike laughed. “For what? Wearing a stupid costume.”
“No, for war crimes.”
“Hey, mister–”
“Holen Sie sich Ihre verdammten Hände weg!”
Mike looked down at Hitler then to the doctor. “So he’s taken some German lessons, so what?”
“So you’re not going to help?”
“Well, maybe if you’d just stepped out of a taxi, no, I wouldn’t help. But considering you just stepped out of some magical portal I’d only expect to see in a superhero movie…then yes, I’ll help.”
The doctor smiled. “Good.”
Rest of Story Removed on 7/18/14...thanks!
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