Pink Snowbunnies in Hell: A Flash Fiction Anthology Read Online Free Page B

hilarious to show George a bunch of pink bunnies and plant this stupid idea in his mind.  Could he turn this around in their favor before the boss saw all of these damnable happy bunnies? Lost in thought, Gary almost didn’t see the pink critter that sailed through the air and hit his best friend in the back of the head. Unperturbed by the furry projectile, Matt continued to kick at the white fluff, making noises that sounded more and more like giggles.
    “I don’t get it. I thought we all wanted Tom to get the open management position.” George’s voice rose plaintively. “I just wanted to help. I like Tom.”
    Gary didn’t answer. Instead, he reached back and scratched the scaly spot just above the base of his forked tail. He should have never made that comment in front of a goat demon. They were entirely too literal, and, in George’s case, just plain stupid. Something tickled Gary’s leg. When he realized that it was a bunny sniffing him, he jumped back and curled his lip in disgust. With the kick of one cloven foot, he sent the bunny flying away with a squeak. Feeling a little better, he looked up at the mountain of snow and started formulating a plan.
    “Matt, get out of that damned snow!” Gary shouted at the other demon. George walked over to Matt and pulled him out of the white powder. Gary scowled at his longtime friend, repulsed. There was a snow angel with a forked tail and horns outlined where the other demon had been rolling around.
    “George, grab the biggest pot you can carry and bring it back here.” Gary looked at the snow and cracked his knuckles.  It was time to get down to business.
    Once they had managed to capture the last furry creature, the three demons sat slumped against the giant cauldron, gasping for breath. The dull thuds from inside of the pot rang through their fiery little pit of hell.  
    “What are we going to do, Gary?” George asked. “I don’t want to eat the bunnies. I like the bunnies!”
    “We’re going to make those angels wish they weren’t so nosy.” George got to his feet and looked at the mountain of snow.  “And maybe mark off some of the names on our Christmas list in the process.”
    ***
    Saint Peter knelt down and poked at the box sitting in front of the gate. The red-and-white striped wrapping paper smelled faintly of sulfur.
    “It’s from our neighbors downstairs.” Peter looked over his shoulder at Bob, who shrugged.
    “Well, it is Christmas. The perfect time to end a family feud.” Bob leaned over Peter’s shoulder and tugged at the ribbon. “C’mon on, Pete, open the box!”
    “What on Earth are those?” Peter stared at the fluffy pink fur that filled the package.
    Bob pushed the sleeves of his white robe up to his elbows and reached through the gate, careful not to let his wings get caught. He snagged one of the objects out of the box, holding it up for Peter to see.
    “Pink bunny slippers.” They looked at each other in horror, the faint sound of laughter drifting up to their ears.
    Nichole Chase is the author of Mortal Obligation, book one of The Dark Betrayal Trilogy. To find out more about Nichole and her projects, check out her website and blog.  www.nicholechase.com .

Pink Snowbunnies
are the New Pink Ribbon
    By Jimi Ripley
    Jackie took a deep breath, steadying herself with the pungent smell of fresh ink on newsprint. She tugged at her jacket. Turning her back to the bustle of the newsroom, she knocked on the door.
    “Come in.”
    The metal handle felt warm against her icy fingers. She tiptoed into the room. “Jackie Davenport, sir.”
    “Sit down,” the man said. He didn’t look up from his computer.
    Jackie’s eyes darted past his silvered hair, took in the orderly stacks of newsprint, and finally anchored on a carefully centered plaque: “Raymond Pierce, Editor.” So this was her new boss.
    After ten long breaths, Jackie stopped counting. Pierce finally pushed back from his keyboard and peered at her over the dark