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America the BEE you tee ful!
Sep
Literati!
“When I find myself in Times of Trouble, Sal Buttaci comes to me
Speaking words of wisdom, ‘Let it BEE’.”
Here is Sal’s second entry into our contest You Didn’t Write That. Unlatch the word CONTEST from the menu bar and let us know what YOU didn’t write!
PURGE
by Salvatore Buttaci, Flashsquire
The Skin Head Ethnic War, meant to whitewash an America gone dingy, was short-lived. Horrifically final. Prisons filled beyond capacity, our jailers the huge radioactive wasps that hovered before us, simple eye to eye, beating black transparent wings. Grilling us in polyglot tongues.
“Usted no escribí eso,” one droned, but I would not react. It was simply one more foreign snippet to uncover whatever ethnicity I’d hope to conceal. But the neo-wasps were persistent as their bald masters.
Now closer, antennae brushing my forehead, mandibles testing the softness of my lips, it spoke again. “Tu non hai scritto quello.” Then, “Du hast nicht geschrieben.” I stood like the proverbial captured fly but I would not yield. I could hear the whirr of the stinger.
Purify America? Liberate from these hellhole prisons only those descendants of colonial America who would this time keep the nation white, shut the doors to and from a truly United States?
You didn’t write that. You didn’t write that. I let it run circles around my head.
The man-size neo-wasp spat the words, “Vous n’avez pas écrit ça,” but I would not break. “I’m an American,” I said, raising a proud middle finger. “Wasp this!”
Salvatore Buttaci has been writing and seeing his work in print since 1957. He currently has two collections of short-short stories published by All Things That Matter Press. Flashing My Shorts and 200 Shorts are available in book and Kindle editions at http://www.kindlegraph.com/authors/sambpoet
Sal lives in West Virginia with his wife Sharon.
True defiance in a land as absurd as only Sal Buttaci can create it. Flashsquire?? Is that offical?
I gave him the title…and yes, it’s official
Thanks for the title, Thorn. For a guy who always dreamed one day of becoming an Esquire, this means I’m halfway there.
Es nothing
Yes, Michael, a land as absurd as the premise that America belongs to the Whites. I added the huge wasps to give my flash a bit of a zing.
I am loving the title “Flashsquire.”
I am also loving the approach of this story in using the prompt. This could be a potentially volatile subject and hat-tip to you, Sal, for your courage in taking it on.
Mac, I wanted to write a flash where the line “You didn’t write that” meant absolutely nothing, a mere line to elicit truth in the betrayal of a raised eyebrow or gleam of the eye. Our hero doesn’t yield an inch.
You definitely accomplished that. Good work.
FLASHSQUIRE. My goodness dear man…You leave me breathless and speechless. Imagine that!
You? Out of breath? Hardly
And you, Kyle, leave me red in the face!
This was FREAKIN’ AWESOME! GO USA!!! =D
The spirit of America is not in the color of our skins but our hearts and souls, and in defiance against the machine, man has stood up against it
Stars, we are who we are because of our diversities. Long live America!
And I’m proud to be an American – is written all over this tale. I adored it. It was so real. Great job Sal.
Yes, Monica, no matter the enemy, to love America is what makes us who we are!
A touch of the Matrix stand to the end…the FlashMaster has left us proud.
Thanks, Diane. Sometimes in my flashes the hero loses, usually because of impetuosity or ignorance, but not when America is at stake!
I am a Heinz 57 myself – the best kind of American, a little bit of this and little bit of that. It’s what makes America strong. Great story, Sal.
Thank you, Debi. Being a Heinz 57, you’d fare well in this flash. After all, how many languages can a giant neo-wasp ask the same question? I hear one must tread lightly in Black Foot.
Appreciate your heart Mr. Flashsquire….
We’re all a bunch of polyglots!
Yes, Tlrelf, but only the weirdest of us are giant neo-wasps! (Have you heard about the one where a neo-wasp walks into a bar, asks the same question over and over again, then gets tossed out for beating a dead horse?)
Yup I am a breed, Apache irish and definitely outside the social strata of xenephobic racial cleansing urges. Arf Arf !
Nice!