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The Best Things Don’t Always Happen When You’re Dancing

by on May 30, 2012

This week’s Trifecta Writing Challenge was the word “decay”: to fall into ruin. And here we go…

It was a typical sad night for the Pocaville drive-in movie theater. Between the new multiplex in Chartreuse (a nearby, slightly less small town) and the installation of a Redbox kiosk in the Fried Egg diner next to the jukebox,  few Pocavillians went to the drive-in anymore.  The place had fallen into decay; the projector shorted out every other showing, grass had sprung up amidst the parking lot spaces, and the abandoned concession stand had been colonized by a band of maniacal ants as the first step in their plan to establish an ant empire. On this particular night, only one car had parked there, and the two med students in it, Sam and Shirley, were ignoring the movie and engaging in an extremely interesting discussion of cell meiosis. Then, the movie suddenly fell silent. and there was a sudden burst of Irish music. When Sam, badly startled, looked out the car window, he saw that the entire population of Pocaville, all 942 of them, had surrounded his car and burst into riverdance.  Sam took in their slack-jawed expressions and uncanny talent for stepdancing and realized it was the work of one ingenious supervillain: the Mad Riverdancer.

“Sam!” exclaimed Shirley hysterically. “You’ve got to stop him! You can’t let Pocaville succumb to this madness of quick, intricate footwork!” Naturally she knew he was the superhero Variable, able to instantly clone himself; he’d told her right off in order to avoid relationship drama.

Sam gulped. “Um.,” he began over the background music, “Problem. My cloning ability decreases the more other people are around. More people, less clones. And now that the whole town’s here…”

“Gasp!” Shirley said dramatically. Then her face went slack, she scrambled out of the car, and started riverdancing herself.

“Crap,” said Sam. Now what was he supposed to do? How could he stop the Mad Riverdancer? Could Pocaville be saved? Sam wondered if he should exposit more dramatic questions, but decided against it. He had riverdancing to stop. Somehow.

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7 Comments
  1. That’s hilarious! And terrible — will they sing next? Compulsively play the bodhran? You never know with a villain like that.

    • St. Patrick’s Day just became immensely more popular in Pocaville, I expect. Who knows what havoc the Mad Riverdancer could unleash.

  2. Scary thought – Riverdancing to death. (Reminds me of the fairy tale about the red shoes…) I really enjoyed the whole tone of this piece, but my favorite line was probably this: “Sam wondered if he should exposit more dramatic questions, but decided against it.” I laughed out loud.

  3. Ha ha ha! I like this a lot. All 942 of them doing riverdance? It would be a sight to behold!Thanks for linking up (and sorry for the delay in commenting).

    • In a parking lot, no less. I kinda want to visit this town now. Thanks for commenting!

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