I was standing outside Qaanaaq train station in Greenland one day. It was snowing, hard. I needed somewhere to stay. Suddenly a sled stopped alongside me. There was a strange ball of fur on the sled, and to my surprise, a voice came from it! I then noticed two little eyes peering at me and I realised I was looking at an Eskimo!
“You wan ‘otel?” the voice said.
“Well, actually, yes” I said.
“You wanna stay Intiglo ‘otel?” it asked. ‘It very good”
“Okay, why not” I said.
“Hop on,” it said, so I did.
Well, we slid along at breakneck speed dodging the occasional snowman, and eventually arrived at a cluster of snow domes and slid to a halt.
“We ‘ere sir” it said.
Well, I couldn’t see a hotel anywhere. Suddenly a dapper little gentleman in a penguin suit appeared.
“May I be of assistance sir?” he said.
“Ah yes” I answered. “Where exactly am I sleeping tonight?”
“In the Igloo Hotel sir,” he said. “Third dome on the right”
I wrote this story ages ago and never found a use for it – until today!
Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers is hosted by Priceless Joy. The photo is by Yinglan