Pac-man Land: Flash! Friday: Vol 3 – 13 | Flash! Friday

Pac-man land


It started with Pac-man.

I love my husband, but he’s not the sharpest tool in the box.

“If we build it they will come,” Raphael once said, with a straight face, “trust me, my angel.”

Yes, my name is Angel, but I’ve always hated it when he does that. “Who will come?” I snapped.

“The tourists. We’ll be like the new Disney,” he replied; with a naïve glean of aspiration in his eye and unwarranted hope in his voice.

“I don’t think anyone is going to come for a cheesy Pac-Man carving at the edge of a stagnant swap,” I said, trying to remain serious and topping it up with the look of disapproval.

Worried, I hid his axe, but he would always find it.

One day, after a visit to the city, I returned early to find him stood at the edge of the swamp, axe in one hand, nervous I’ve-been-caught-red-handed wave with the other. He smiled his best innocent-boy look at me.

“You fool!” I screamed at him, pointing at the Pac-man carving, “Don’t you know these lands are sacred? What have you done!”

He didn’t respond. He stood there gawping at the forest, where the new-born hungry ghosts were waiting.

via Flash! Friday: Vol 3 – 13 | Flash! Friday.


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