Friday, 13 April 2012
50th Friday Flash: Tin Man TONY
*Was originally going to use this image I stumbled across, but I saw it was someone else's fictional character and didn't want it to look like fan fiction or step on anyone's toes.*
Fire. The smoke was thick and black, it trailed off into the night. I hugged my teddy bear close as I stood outside with my gran and watched the fire. Poor Mr. Finnegan. He most probably left his pipe burning.
I wanted to help with the bucket chain, but my gran held onto my hand tightly. I would catch a cold and we shouldn't be gawking, but I could see the fire reflected in her eyes. She enjoyed the spectacle. And like me I was sure she was excited about the prospect of them arriving.
We weren't disappointed. Moments later a fire wagon pulled up. There must have been about half a dozen Mecha Men hanging off of the sides.
“Look there's Tin Man Tony!” I said jumping up and down.
“Indeed it is.”
Tin Man Tony was just like the other Mecha Man except that he was painted in a bright red, and it said TONY across his boiler plate. We watched in wonder as they set to work putting out the fire. They were fast and fearless.
Tin Man Tony rushed into the blazing building as soon as the fire wagon had come to stand still. Moments later he emerged with a very frightened looking Ruffles. Mr. Finnegan's dog.
“Mr. Finnegan?” asked my gran.
Tin Man Tony shook his head.
“May he rest well,” she said shaking her head. “Poor old bugger.”
The tin man placed Ruffles on the floor. The dog came over and sat by me feet and looked up at me with sad eyes. I picked him up. He was old, heavy and stinky but I had always had a soft spot for him.
My gran sighed. “Just until someone shows up to collect him... now inside with you!”
“Aw... okay...” I followed my gran inside. “When I grow up I wanna be just like Tony.”
“Well,” said my gran with a smile. “If you eat your Brussels sprouts like I tell you, you just might.”