“Every one
made to order.”
Henry Ford*
#quote
Today I met my
doom. He said hello and we had a wonderful cup of tea. Maybe he'll
visit later and we can have a jolly old time then too. Anyway onto
the flash fiction!
The Wizard
And Santa's Magic Bag
“Every man
has his price. What will it take to get your bag?” the wizard asked
Santa Claus while holding out a blue bag of his own matching his blue
robes. Santa's red suit looked even redder next to the blue wizard's
hat and clothes. Normally jolly, Santa's was more angry than anything
else.
The toy-giver
replied, “I've got important work to do, and every minute I spend
talking with you is a minute wasted!”
The wizard kept
being stubborn. “Your bag contains magic that no spell in all the
many worlds I've visited has ever produced. It needs to be studied.
Replicated. The Wizard's Guilds will compensate you immensely, the
gold in the bag I hold in only one tenth thousandth of what we will
give you.”
Santa replied.
“No.”
“Every man
has his price. What's yours? Do you want help making toys?”
Santa
responded. “I have a system. Leave now before I throw you off my
property with my magic dust.”
The wizard
vanished angrily in a puff of smoke. Santa smiled with his secret
kept. His bag didn't work through magic, it worked through science.
At least the wizard never found out his elves were aliens.
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