February’s Speculative Fiction Prompt – The Land of Sweet

This post is written for  February’s Speculative Fiction Prompt hosted by D. Wallace Peach.


Pixabay image by Marianne Sopala

The Land of Sweet

“It was a fierce battle our Mouse King and the mice soldiers had, Mickie.”

“Yes, he stabbed the Nutcracker and almost killed him.”

“But Clara threw the slipper at the King to distract him, and the Nutcracker took the chance to kill him.”

“I know, Milenko, he was our King, but he treated us in Mouseland horribly. We had no power for a civil war. Now Justice is served.”

“It horrified me when the Nutcracker thrust his sword through the King’s chest. The other soldiers killed all the mice soldiers. I was afraid that they would kill us too. My heart almost jumped out of my mouth, so I ran as fast as I could and dashed into your house.”

“I know, Milenko, you grabbed me around with your legs and legs.”

“Thank you for putting your legs around me, Mickie. Did you feel my thumping heart?”

“I sure did.”

“My brothers and I flew in with our legs running in the air.”

“You then just plopped on the floor wheezing with your tongues sticking out.”

“Did you hear the Nutcracker Suite playing, Mickie?”

“I did, and the gunshots were violent. The force blew my house into the air. I covered my eyes and didn’t know what happened, but I felt we were floating in the air.”

“Where are we now?”

“I don’t know. It’s snowing, Milenko.”

“Hi, little ones. You’re in the Land of Sweet.”

“Wohhh, you’re enormous. Who are you? What are you doing here?

“I’m Ellia. I accompanied two Chinese dancers here for a performance. Who are you?”

“I’m Mickie and they are Milenko and his brothers. We live in Mouseland and our King just got killed by the Nutcracker.”

“You’re kidding! The Nutcracker Prince is here with Clara in the Land of Sweet. The Sugar Plum Fairy, the Queen, is having a festival for them with dances and sweet treats. I was on my way to watch the Chinese dance and caught you titter tottering on the tree. Come with me to watch the dances.”

“Thank you, we want to watch but we better go back to Mouseland and find out who succeeded our King.”

“Humm, I can carry you home on my way back to China. But for now, let’s watch the dances. Hurry up and run to the top of my head and scatter around, but you must be still and stay quiet. I will peek through the window. People may think you are snowflakes.”

“It’s sweet of you to take us home. These will be the first dances we’ve ever seen.”

“Hang on, we’re getting close. I can hear the music. The Russian girls are dancing. The Chinese dance is next. There are several more dances before the end of the celebration. Don’t worry, I’ll get you back to Mouseland.”

D. Wallace Peach – February’s Speculative Fiction Prompt




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