Flash Fiction Challenge - 200 words at a time - part three
"I'm sure you do," Martin said nodding with brief glance at Mary as he kept walking.
"Like, did everyone else just hear Bubbles talk back then? Or do they think you're crazy for bursting in like that. They probably think I'm crazy now too!"
"No, they can't, just you can. ‘Cuz you're a-"
"You're a wizard Harry!" Mary said in her best mock-Hagrid voice. "I'm not friggin’ Harry Potter, Uncle. I’m a thirty three year old nursing student from Portland, not some kid in a story book with a magic wand!” She grabbed Martin’s arm and turned him to face her. “Seriously, Uncle. What’s going on?”
"There's a problem. And we need you."
Martin didn't answer. His eyes were lifted to the sky.
The faint sound of jingling bells made her turn and look up. Huge clouds parted to reveal a team of reindeer pulling a red sled. The animals drifted down, landing beside Mary with the grace of ballet dancers.
The head reindeer nodded at her then jerked its head at the sled. "Hey Marty. We've gotta go. Like right now dude."
"Mary." Her uncle's voice was a plea. She stood frozen, staring at the reindeer, her fingers crushing the paper wizard hat.
"The great Wizard Claus needs our help." Martin shook his head. "Something went wrong and now he can't get back into Real Time."
"Tell her about it on the way dude." This from one of the reindeer at the back.
"Yes. Yes of course." Martin held her arm, gently steered her towards the sled steps. "We've only got an hour left Mary."
Well, she decided, talking reindeer and a sled were way cooler than the magic cars Harry Potter flew in.