A work of Flash fiction by Michael H. brownstein

Santa’s sleigh was ready.

The elves counted down: “Go!” they shouted. Santa gave the command for the reindeer to takeoff.

Nothing happened.

The reindeer strained, but they could not move the sleigh.

There was nothing to do but remove the large TV sets and computers.

Still the sleigh would not budge.

“OK,” Santa said, “get rid of the phones.”

The phones? There were so many phones, would there be enough time? Soon the phones were piled around the sleigh–and the sleigh took off easy as, yes, easy.

It’s Time

A Poem by Zhu Yufu translated by A. E. Clark

It’s time, people of China! It’s time.
The Square belongs to everyone.
With your own two feet
It’s time to head to the Square and make your choice.

It’s time, people of China! It’s time.
A song belongs to everyone.
From your own throat
It’s time to voice the song in your heart.

It’s time, people of China! It’s time.
China belongs to everyone.
Of your own will
It’s time to choose what China shall be.
(Editor’s note: The poem above comes from the Camel Saloon, edited by Russell Streur:  The Emperor is Afraid of Zhu Yufu