Fun House

My name is Mike Kandinsky and I manage a Carnival.  We travel the Midwest, mostly, and Canada  (see:  A soliloquy).   At the time of my story, we were still hunkering around the heaters, waiting out the frigid winter, getting set for our Season.  Oh, and Maude Lemon, our bearded lady, decided she wanted a career change.

She cleared off all that hair and took charge of the two new concessions and the new Fun House, which turned out to be a box of rattlesnakes.  Maudie looked mighty fine without that beard.

I was in my trailer having a Cuppa, going over options to fill the vacancy Maudie left me, when Maudie came right in.

“What can I do for you, Maudie?  I didn’t hear you knock.”

“Mike, I need some help with that Fun House.”

“You already have a couple of roughnecks, Maudie?  What’s the problem?”

“I lost one of ’em.”

It seemed the new kid, Blister, went through a door of the Fun House and never returned. Maudie and Armand wandered all through the place but couldn’t find him.   And he wasn’t around camp anywhere.  I reminded Maudie he was a teenager and subject to unpredictable behavior.  She was sure that something was wrong; maybe something had grabbed him.  That’s when I told her to stop listening to that Cajun Voodoo nonsense of Armand’s.  I did go check out the Fun House myself, though.  Maudie insisted on going with me.  And, the fun just kept coming.

Maude and I entered the back of the Fun House and had a heck of a time finding the door Blister went through.  We must have gone past it two or three times and then there it was, as plain as the nose on your face: 13.   Maudie took my hand and we stepped through.  Suddenly, we were outside and it was hot and humid.  Everything around us looked like jungle…

Now, I’m gonna leave out the details of our, trip, because it all sounds pretty crazy….  Blister was there.  Armand, bless his little Cajun heart, found a local Voodoo woman (in Kansas) and the door reappeared after disappearing on us, and we high-tailed it out of the frigging Fun House.  We thought we were gone maybe an hour but turned out we went missing for a day and a half, Blister for two days.   I called the company that sold me the thing and they disappeared (probably through door No. 13).  Actually, it was my bookkeeper, Rhonda, who knew someone who knew someone, etc., who got me the “good” deal.   The Voodoo woman wanted the Fun House in lieu of me burning it.  I owed her so we hauled it over to her place.  I assigned Maudie the task of finding us another attraction that wasn’t any fun.

“Mike, where the hell were we?”

“Maude, darlin’, let’s just stand back from it awhile.  I’m sure there’s a logical explanation that includes Voodoo.”

“Buy me a drink, Mike?”

“I thought you’d never ask, darlin’.”


Flash Fiction Challenge #22 @ Thain in Vain
Photo:  credit cagreatamerica.com
Word Count:  500

Prompt:  You (or your protagonist) walk through a door, only to find that not only are you not where you expected and there doesn’t seem to be a way back…

Thanks to Thain in Vain for hosting Flash Fiction Challenge

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16 thoughts on “Fun House

  1. Glad to see your brought back the crew from the Carnival! Their adventures are always interesting! I really want to know what happened to them on the other side of Door 13! Perhaps another story?!?! Anyway, what better place to have a secret door than a Carnival! Great work, Lucy! TiV

  2. Well done, Miss Lucy! Loved it. Since you like carnies, you’re gonna love my proposed submission for Inspiration Monday… 🙂

    You handled this prompt with great imagination!

    • Thank you so much. Well, several weeks ago I wrote a carnie story with the same carnival and the two main characters. What better place to put a door to somewhere than in a Fun House. They’ll show up again. What’s your proposed submission ? Lucy

      • My Monday Inspiration post will address the carnie life – I’ve used several of the prompts to do so. It’s half finished. I better get cracking since tomorrow is… OMG!… Monday! (grin)

      • Oh, great. I love writing about carnies and side shows. have you ever read “Geek Love”? Woman author. It’s very weird but very entertaining. Lucy

      • Like I told one of my readers who said I should write a novel. i told her that I fall asleep at my laptop a lot and therefore only have time and opportunity for short stories. Lucy

    • I love Carnie stories. You can do so much with them. i really appreciate you coming by. It reassures me that there are people out there and I’m not just entertaining myself. Lucy

  3. Bizarre, very cool…I watched an old Hitchcock film the other day where a travelling carnival troupe show up halfway for like 15 mins and bizarre it up, bearded lady etc, and then this story. There’s a lot of entertainment potential and a lot to play about with, another quality short piece. You should get a cushioned keyboard if you fall asleep at your laptop 🙂

    • Thanks for thinking it’s bizarre and cool. I had a lot more I wanted to do with it, but again, word limit. I would like to write another to explain what happened to them on the other side of the door.

      When I fall asleep at my laptop I usually fall backwards unto the bed. I’m waiting for my new desk to show up so I have to sit on my bed. Can’t type with it on my lap for some reason.

      Did you read the first carnie story, A Soliloquy? I liked that one better but I can go further off of this second one.

      Hey, thanks a lot for being a fan. I can always use input–feel free. Thanks Lucy

      • Maybe typing on your lap would be bad for your neck! But you could expand it anyway if you liked? External to what it was written for. Cool, I will check out the Soliloquy piece over the weekend, thanks.

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