Hello and welcome to my blog! This is my post for the Spooktoberfest blog hop, 269 words with the 5 key words: Cobweb, Cauldron, Jack-o-lantern, Ghost and Razor. The inspiration for this piece of flash fiction came from a book I am reading called, “Surviving the Angel of Death: The Story of a Mengele Twin in Auschwitz,” by Eva Mozes Kor and Lisa Rojany Buccieri. Some of the atrocities I’m reading about that took place in Auschwitz made me so mad and sad that the result was the following short story out of my emotional response. Certainly not a Halloween theme, but something I felt compelled to write.
The Time Renegades
by Siobhan Minty
They had materialized in Poland 1944 at Auschwitz concentration camp, a group of time travellers determined to set right all of history’s wrongs. There was nothing that could stop them. No tyrant in history stood a chance against the advanced technology of their weapons.
The rain beat down on Ghost, Cobweb, Jack-o-Lantern, Cauldron and Razor as they stood in front of the gates of one of the most horrible places on earth even as Nazis from within the gates shot at them and shouted in German. The bullets deflected off of the dome-like energy shield that protected the group of futuristic soldiers.
“Oh no, don’t hurt us... Fools don’t have a clue who they’re dealing with,” said Razor, a codename given to her by Ghost for her cutting sarcasm.
Cobweb, a wisp of a thing with hair as silver as a spider’s web, sighed. She looked at Ghost. “Captain, once we’re through here, you think we can take a break somewhere peaceful? Jumping back and forth in time like this is exhausting.”
Ghost charged his gun. He motioned to the rest to do the same. “Focus on the task at hand then we’ll talk.”
Cauldron, a bear of a man, gently put his hand on Cobweb’s shoulder. “Don’t worry. We’ll get a break soon. You know how the Cap is when he’s in fight-mode.”
“Y’all ready?” asked Ghost.
Jack Lannturn (a.k.a. Jack-o-Lantern) spit on the ground, something he did when he was in a place he despised, and pulled his Ray-Bans over his eyes. “Let’s get ‘er done.”
Ghost nodded. “Don’t retreat until all of the Nazis are dead.”