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The Danger of Dahlias – Part III

goldfish by okyoboy via freedigitalphotos.net

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“Tackle him!” Brenda shouted, nearly beside herself. “Wrap him up and bring him down!”

Tackle him?!! Had Brenda taken leave of her senses? Couldn’t she see that this was an actual live hippopotamus and not some stray dog that had wandered into the yard? Couldn’t she make that distinction?

The hippopotamus opened its jaws wide. Lomax could see down its gullet, a place he momentarily expected to occupy and where an extremely unpleasant fate awaited him. At the last instant he dove to the ground, shielding his head with his hands. The beast passed over him, its hooves kicking up great clods of grass and buffeting Lomax from side to side. It thundered out of the yard and off down the road.

“You big coward,” Brenda called out. In the chaos of the moment, Lomax was uncertain whether Brenda was addressing the hippopotamus or himself.

He got to his feet, dusted himself off. He appeared to be intact and uninjured but for a hoof imprint blazoned across his chest. The hippopotamus had marked him as a way of commemorating its visit.

Lomax watched Brenda kneel over the dahlias. She gathered the scattered petals and stems as though hoping to reassemble the blossoms. Her lashes were bedewed with tears. “My beautiful dahlias,” she wailed. “Gone. All of them gone. Devoured by that horrible hippopotamus.”

“Brenda?” Lomax had to wave his hands to draw Brenda’s attention. “Did it ever occur to you to wonder what a hippopotamus was doing in our back yard?” This seemed to Lomax to be by far the more pressing issue.

“Occur to me?” Brenda’s anger surged to the fore again. “I know what he was doing. He was eating my dahlias.”

Lomax sighed. Brenda could not see beyond the dahlias. The improbability of the hippopotamus’s presence barely registered upon her.

It was the same thing the following day when a giant octopus appeared in the goldfish pond. Brenda was frantic over the fish. She demanded that Lomax save them. Lomax was seized by one tentacle, submerged and dunked till nearly drowned then blinded by an inky discharge as the octopus made good its escape down the drainpipe. The incident seemed something more than mere coincidence. Such a series of misfortunes defied the odds. Lomax began to entertain the notion that someone was out to get him.

The third day when Lomax ventured into the yard, he was confronted by a nine foot Komodo dragon. He barely batted an eyelash. It was almost to be expected. The dragon was stalking Marie Antoinette, Brenda’s prize Pekinese. As soon as Brenda yelled out the window for Lomax to do something, he lured the Komodo dragon indoors. He rushed back out again and locked the door behind him. Let Brenda deal with the dragon, he decided. It was an even match. Whichever one of them walked out the door alive, Lomax reasoned he was ahead of the game.

Better to deal with one potential assassin than with two. The math was so obvious that even Lomax had finally mastered it.

Deeper by Forest Taylor

Our first serial is by Forest Taylor.

Raised on a farm in the Kootenay region of British Columbia, Canada, Forest’s favourite activities are reading, crocheting and swimming. Forest is currently in the final semester of her Creative Writing/English major, and she plans to keep writing until the day she dies.

Her story, Deeper, is serialized in three parts, publishing on February 2, 9, and 16.

Welcome to Serial Flashers!

Serial Flashers is all about telling stories, flash length (500 words or less), but in a series.

Every Monday at noon (central time), we will post part of a story.  It will be visible here at the website and through our Facebook page (https://www.facebook.com/pages/Serial-Flashers/617173358400192).

You can tell us a flash story in up to five parts.  No more than that, though, unless you can really, really convince us you need more.

There is no genre requirement; however, we do admit to being partial to SF/F/H, especially if it’s humorous.

We are a paying market, although not as much as we’d like to be.  Right now, we can only pay $5 per piece of flash.  That means that you can make up to $25 for a five part serial.  While we would prefer flash pieces at 500 words or less, if you need a few extra words to make it work, that’s okay, too.  The 500 isn’t a rule; it’s more of a guideline.  (Although if each piece is over 600 words, you’re really going to have to convince us that it’s really necessary…)

In addition to our online publication spots, we will also publish a yearly anthology each February.  The anthology will be e-book and print.  Authors with work appearing in the anthology will receive a copy of each format, as well as the chance to buy additional print copies at a reduced price.

Submissions should be sent to serialflashers at gmail.com

The subject line should be: Submission: [Title], [x] Parts.

We aim to respond to all submissions within 2 weeks.

* For published pieces, we take one-time print and/or electronic publishing rights. Yes, that means we take reprints!  Although if your piece already appeared somewhere, please let us know, and let us know when the rights reverted to you.