The first flash fiction prompt was: a time when an impulse buy meat to intergalactic war. I am not 100% confident in this one but it was short and quick and practice makes perfect I have heard…
Harry had stared at his Belgian bun for about 5 mins before eating it, it was an unusually fine example with a cherry on the top which resembled some sort of exotic precious stone. Actually, it probably resembled a ruby, but Harry wasn’t really well up on precious stones.
He had picked it up without really thinking, drawn in by the shiny icing. He had contemplated just leaving it in the bag and forgetting it existed, after all he hadn’t spent £100s on a personal trainer to go around eating Belgian buns all willy nilly.
None of this bun related angst occurred to him at all when he was being dragged from his bed, extremely confused and mostly naked, at 3 in the morning by some extremely tall well-armed fellows who looked suspiciously like they had scales beneath their face masks.
The bun incident was completely eclipsed by the fact that he had been dragged through the streets
and bundled into the back of a small capsule by these chaps with scales, he had decided they
definitely had scales, who kept repeating the same phrase.
͞your guardianship of the seed is at an end; the fragments must be salvaged.͟
Harry could not make head nor tail of this, he had decided during the journey to the ship that the tall
fellows had drugged him. After his initial terror and confusion, he seemed to be considerably calmer
than he would have expected under the circumstances. He was even surprisingly unconcerned by his
lack of trousers, he was not normally at all comfortable with nudity, especially his own!
He stood now in the centre of a large room looking down on the earth from a huge viewing window which harry had hitherto believed to be the stuff of science fiction. He was vaguely aware of a heated discussion between these creatures and 10 Downing street. He heard words such as ͞failed experiment͟, ͞immediate consequences͟ and ͞extreme danger of destruction if allowed to become emotional͟ amongst stammered replies from an increasingly flustered Prime Minister
As he stood wondering whether he should be more worried about ͞danger of destruction͟, he heard the phrase: ͞The ruby universe fragments must be extracted before catastrophic meltdown͟
The word ruby jogged a memory in the back of Harry’s mind of that shiny sweet icing. He was desperately trying to work out how this memory could possibly help him when there was a sudden burst of brightness on the view screen. Ships started to appear form all sides shooting extremely unlikely lasers from their hulls. The room started to shake and Harry finally started to panic.
A rumbling started in his stomach. As the panic rose so did an extreme warmth and rosy brightness emanating from Harry himself. He finally remembered about the Belgian bun, just as everything faded to red.