Comic Relief

As they watched a movie in the theatre, little Avi fidgeted. “When will spiderman come?”, he asked. “Hush, he will come soon,” his mom whispered, making sure others watched in peace.

In the film, the dreaded biker’s gang was wrecking the town. And the heroine was murdered. Mom had teary eyes, when Avi interrupted again. “What about Spiderman?”, he asked. “Eat the popcorns, Spiderman will come at the end,” she tried to distract him. 

He ate for a while and began to play with the popcorns. While in the film, the hero was about to be killed and there was pin drop silence! Just then, to mom’s horror, the spidey fan vocalized loudly – 

Spiderman, Spiderman, 

Does whatever a spider can

Spins a web, any size,

Catches thieves just like flies, look out…

Embarassed, she scooped the little singer up and walked out of the theatre but the crowd cheered. The film was too intense, they needed comic relief!

(This is my entry to the flash fiction challenge, Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers hosted by the amazing Priceless Joy. We are given a photo prompt and approximately 75-175 words with which to create our stories. This challenge is open to all who would like to participate. Thank you Sunayana for the image. Please CLICK HERE for more.)

The Fallen Hero

This story is a part of Monday’s Finish the Story challenge by Barbara Beacham. To participate, please click here:

The story begins with: “A body suddenly crashed through a plate glass window at the Brigadier’s house.”  The sleeping Brigadier got up with a start and immediately reached for his gun. He sensed that someone was lying unconscious on the floor and there were bits of glasses all around.

The unconscious man groaned in pain, the Brigadier was sure he was the enemy’s spy who has somehow fallen in his own trap. Any moment, the man would regain consciousness. The Brigadier covered the man with his gun and reached for the phone.

“Please, please don’t inform anyone,” the man begged in a broken voice. “Don’t move or I will shoot,” said the Brigadier. The man said, “If you switch on the lights, you’ll know, why I don’t want you to inform anyone. If the word goes out, they will stop believing in me.”

“Who are ‘they’? Asked the Brigadier as he switched on the light.  There on the floor was an old  Spiderman.  “The kids, friend,” the Spiderman grimaced.