6. This is a flash fiction challenge (stories in 100-175 words or less) and each story should have a beginning, a middle, and an end. Therefore, no serial (continuation) stories. They become too complicated for our readers.
Here’s my go at it:
It thundered across the heavens. “Where are the clean cereal bowls?!”
“Sorry, Big Guy,” came the apology. “The dishwasher broke down and we haven’t been able to wash anything since Thursday.”
“What did I do to deserve this?! All I want is my Manna Flakes and milk with my morning newspaper. I mean, what the hell?”
B.S. let out a laugh that Mr G heard all the way from the basement.
“Stop laughing, B.S.! I can make it hotter down there, I have the climate control buttons up here, so shut the hell up!”
He shut up.
“I’m hungry, no clean bowls. Gotta improvise I guess.” Reaching across a few dimensions, a large hand appeared over Paris. Cupping Dôme des Invalides, careful not to poke his palm, he gently lifted and inverted the dome. “Perfect!” He said. “Oh. Almost forgot.” Snapped the fingers of his other hand, He stopped time dead in its’ tracks, at least on earth, so no one would notice. “FIX THE DISHWASHER!”
“The guy’s on his way.”
“Someone call his cell and tell him to hurry up!”
Big G sat on his couch, ate His frosted Manna Flakes and milk, dipped the dome in the Atlantic ocean, and blew it dry with a mighty blast. And then, he tipped it back over, set it back atop the structure. Finger snap, and time began again. Big G sat back down on his couch and started in reading his newspaper.
“You’re going to upset Napoleon.”
“Why? I didn’t break it. If he complains, tell him I said to go to hell. And WHERE’s the dishwasher guy?! I’m not eating lunch off a satellite dish, for heaven’s sake!”