Tin Can Man

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Flash Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
Mr Flynn has been creating something in his shed.

Submitted: August 03, 2017

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Tin Can Man.

Fred and Alice had barely seen their father for weeks. Every bit of spare time that he had was spent in the shed. He was working on a project, a secret project, and while he was in there it was very important that he was not disturbed.

They got used to his absence. He rarely came in for his meals which made their Mom purse her lips in disapproval, but she did not dare to interrupt him either. She would put his dinner in the oven to keep it warm for him, and if it got ruined it was not her fault.

Then one Saturday morning, there he was with a big smile on his face. Fred and Alice were momentarily speechless, but soon made their way around him to eat their breakfasts. He wasn’t going out to the shed though, but waiting to speak to them.

Fred, Alice, I want you to invite your friends round this afternoon. My project is finally finished and I think you are going to love it.”

What is it?” asked Fred.

What friends?” asked Alice.

I’m not going to tell you what it is until the great unveiling. I want it to be a surprise for EVERYONE! And invite as many kids as you like. There’ll be plenty of room in the garden.”

After lunch their Dad disappeared back into the shed. Fred and Alice hung around outside waiting for the arrival of their guests. They had brought some wooden chairs out from the house. If there weren’t enough, any extras could stand or sit on the ground.

Who did you invite?” Fred was interested. His sister always seemed to spend her time alone.

Rose. There wasn’t really anyone else.”

Rose! Isn’t she a bit.....young!” Fred pictured the four-year old from along the street, sitting amongst his mates David, John and Peter from school. He just hoped they didn’t tease her too much.

Brothers, John and Peter were the first to arrive, followed by Rose and finally David. They all took their seats, Rose right up front with Alice, and waited for the surprise. Fred spotted his father peeping out of the shed, while his sister looked sceptically up at the grey clouds amassing in the sky.

Suddenly the shed door was flung open. There was a clanking, and a scraping of metal on metal and a man-sized thing began to make its way unsteadily towards them. Rose screamed, Alice gasped, and the four boys dissolved into fits of hysterical laughter.

Hel..lo. My...name....is....Tin....Can.....Man.” The thing spoke in a raspy monotone which made Rose shriek and hide behind Alice, while the boys laughed so much they had tears running down their cheeks.

Well? What do you think of my invention, kids?”

It’s creepy,” said Alice.

A mo....mo....monster,” stuttered Rose, before hiding her head in her hands.

I don’t know, Mr Flynn......kind of.....inventive.” David was looking for a way to be polite but the other boys didn’t bother trying.

It’s laughable,” said Peter and John together.

An embarrassment,” said Fred. “Absolutely pathetic!”

He turned and ran off with his three mates, not even noticing the hurt look on both his father’s and the tin man’s faces. Mr Flynn sat dejectedly down on one of the seats; he had been so proud of his creation! The tin man took a seat next to him which sent Rose fleeing, screaming all the way, and Alice running in tears behind her. The rain chose that exact moment to pour down from the sky. Mr Flynn disappeared into the shed leaving the tin man to sit out in the downpour.

There was a lot of banging and crashing coming from inside the shed that evening, and Fred and Alice did not see their father before going to bed. They could see the shape of the tin man, still sitting out in the rain, slumped forward and looking very dejected. It sat there all night and all through the next day, getting wetter and rustier by the minute.

As it sat there it had some kind of thought, some kind of feeling. It only had a very primitive ‘mind’, so it took it a good while to work out what it was that it was feeling. Hate! It had been created to be ridiculed and laughed at, was nothing more than a figure of fun. And to make things worse, it’s own creator had turned his back on it.

It was getting dark once more. It had spent hours and hours just sitting, waiting, not knowing what to do. The rust was eating in to the tin cans and bits of metal were cracking off, breaking to make sharp jagged edges.

Mr Flynn emerged from the shed and locked the door. He did not pause, speak to, or even take a glance at Tin Can Man. And something snapped inside its head. This rejection was just too much to bear.

It got creakily to its feet and clanked its way after Mr Flynn. He stopped and turned, surprised to find himself being followed by his creation. He opened his mouth to tell it to go but before he could utter a word, Tin Can Man drew a rusted and jagged hand across his throat.

Mr Flynn fell to the ground with blood pouring from his neck. The tin creature uttered three words, “Tin Man Can,” then promptly fell to the ground in pieces.

 

 


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