Micro / Flash Fiction: Flaming Pygmies
Title: Don’t Bring You Kids to Work
Agent McMillan was stressed. It was “bring your children to work” day at the Magical Protection Agency, and the ember tarians decided to illegally ignite part of the Magicia Forest.
Agent Hardish rushed into the office. “Sir, those fu—” Hardish had stopped himself midsentence after spotting two five-year-olds in his boss’ office. “–flaming… pygmies… are at it again.”
McMillan raised his brow at the terrible save.
Agent Grumph burst in. “Those fucking pixies are burning shit again,” she yelled.
“Goddamnit Grumph, my kids are here!” McMillan shouted.
The twins ran around their father, repeating curse words like parrots.