Once again it's Friday and time for Ultimate Flash Fiction under the guidance, stewardship, and benevolent dictatorship of Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.
As for me, this is chance to show off my very particular set of skills, skills I have acquired over a very long career, one of which is clearly not bringing in these babies at 100 words or less as is the time-honored custom.
The prompt above suggest the story below.
It's time to fly like an Elmo!
FLY LIKE AN ELMO
The sights and sounds of the county fair had little Ted's senses reeling, and Bert Allen, his dad, was only too happy to indulge his precious son's every whim.
But toys that fly?
"Course they do, high as an eagle!" said the Carny. "Wanna see?"
The Carny produced three toys - a Barbie doll, a Ken, and a Tickle Me Elmo. He asked Bert and Ted to select one.
"Do you have a GI Joe, mister?" asked Ted.
"Sorry, sonny, that one's in the back," said the Carny. "Got some smoke damage, covered with soot. Pick one of these three."
Ted pointed to Elmo, and the Carny plucked up the venerable Muppet and flicked the "on" switch on the back of his head.
Elmo sputtered and shook, but didn't take flight.
"Sorry, boys and girls, takes him a minute or two to warm up! Why don't ya get some food or something and come right back?"
Bert and Ted set off to do just that, but all any of the vendors had were soft pretzels best fit for hammering rail spikes and popcorn left over from last New Year's Eve.
When they returned, Elmo was nowhere to be seen.
"Where'd he go?" asked Ted.
"Just went up," said the Carny. "Gonna take me some time to bring him back down."
"What kind of a deal is this?!" exploded Bert. "The one you want is blacked out, you have to wait for it to go up, you have to wait for it to come down, and there isn't a goddamn thing to eat!"
"Whaddya expect, buddy?" replied the Carney. "Haven't you flown anywhere lately?"