This was a bit of an experiment. I’m sure the grammar nazis will have much to say about my punctuation. I’m still one week behind my weekly challenge…

“Omg girl, where have you been?”

“You’re not going to believe this.  I was having a salad at that sidewalk café on Main St…”

“Oh, did you have that one with the kale and quinoa?”

“No, I like the one with the spinach and strawberry vinaigrette.”

“That’s really good, too.”

“Anyway, I was just digging in when this cute guy throws himself into the other seat at my table. He grabs a roll of silverware off the next table and gets a forkful of my salad.”

“Rude! Wait, how cute was he?”

“He looks like Ryan from All My Friends.”

“Oh yeah, he’s hot.”

“Pretend we’re together for a few minutes and I’ll make it worth your while.” He says.

“Did you tell him to get lost?”

“I would have, but then, these other guys come running down the street. One stops right in front of us. I can see a gun in his jacket.”

“Did you cover for the guy?”


So, he whispers in my ear, “Pretend that I’m telling you something flirty.”

“I kind of smile and giggle. The guy with the gun finally moves on.”

“Thanks.”, The guys says, sitting back in his chair.

“Then he throws a twenty on the table and runs off.”

“Twenty? That’s making it worth your while?”

“Well, I didn’t even have time to care about that. The guys with the guns came running back. The one that had stopped before looks at me.”

“Where’s the guy that was sitting with you?”, he asks.

“Um…he went to the bathroom?”, I say.

“Wait, why did you cover for him?”

“They had guns. I didn’t want to seem like I was a part of whatever was going on.”

“Oh, that’s smart.”

The guy says, “Bathroom? I have reports of a man matching his description running out of the other entrance.”

I say, “Well, he told me that’s where he was going.”

Another of the guys, comes back and says, “We’ve looked at camera footage from three different businesses. It was him.”

The first guy says, “Ma’am, I’m not sure how you fit into all of this but, you’re going to have to came with us.”

I say, “I’m not going anywhere with you. What’s going on anyway?”

The man pulls out his wallet and shows me a FBI badge. He tells me, “I’m agent Rice. The man that sat at your table was Heathcliff Ross. He’s an international jewel thief. We’ve been chasing him since his bus pulled in yesterday.”

I say, “Okay, so what does any of that have to do with me? I mean, the guy just sat down and asked me to play along.”

Rice says, “Ross is very good at hiding his identity. He’s so good that none of us have seen his face. You have. He doesn’t usually leave witnesses like this. We need to get you somewhere safe.”

“I’m sorry but I have to get going. It’s my friend’s dog’s birthday.”, I explain.

He says, “Your friend’s dog? Ma’am you’re in danger?”

“Hold up, did you explain how important Mr. Tinkles is? And how his pool party birthday is the bash of the whole summer?”

“I tried. Before I knew it, they were loading me and my salad into a van.”

“Wait. Why the salad?”

“He ate some of it. They wanted his DNA. They grabbed the fork and napkin, too.”

“Was the van like the ones on tv? Was it full of cool equipment and computers?”

“No, it was just a windowless van with benches along either side. Agent Rice sat across from me. I couldn’t see where we were going, but we were going fast. I almost slid off when we hit a sharp corner. Then we slammed to a stop and this other guy gets in.”

Rice says, “Emily, this is Stanley. He’s a sketch artist. I need you to tell him everything you remember about Ross.”

“You gave them your real name?”

“I had to, they went through my purse when we got in the van. They saw my license. So, I start to tell them, just like I told you. Agent Rice sighs at me.”

He says, “We need a description.”

I say, “I just did.”

Stanley says, “He looks like a guy from a tv show, isn’t a description.”

I say, “Well that’s not my fault.”

Rice says, “Maybe it is. Maybe you think Heathcliff Ross is cute and want to help him. Maybe you are actually his accomplice and that’s why he showed you his face.”

I say, “That’s crazy. You think I might be an international jewel thief?’

“He starts to say something, but it feels like we hit a bump. The van shook so hard, I banged my head on the wall. The van rocks a second time and Stanley gets knocked on to the floor. Agent Rice goes up front to see what’s going on.”


“He tells us to Hang on to something because we’re being rammed.”

“Rammed? Like in the movies?”

“Yeah, except movies don’t show how much it hurts. We were thrown around the van. I landed on Stanley twice before I just stayed on the floor. The salad is going everywhere. Finally, the van spins, I almost throw up, and we hit something really hard. I sit up as, the back door opens, and this woman is standing there with a gun.”

“Come with me, now.”, she says to me in an accent.

“Not so fast, Malta.” Stanley says.

“I look over at him. He has his own gun and it’s pointing at the woman. I think, I’m about to get in the middle of a gun fight. The only weapon, I have is the fork that I’m sitting on.”

“What could you do with a fork? I mean, she had a gun.”

“You know that I took those self-defense lessons at the gym.”

“Oh yeah.”

“MY trainer didn’t mention forks but, I wasn’t going to get kidnapped without a fight.”

“You go girl.”

“Well, I have my fork ready but, Agent Rice comes out of nowhere and tackles the woman. They both go flying back out the door. Stanley and I both go to watch. They’re fighting in the dirt.”

Malta says, “We just want the girl.”

Rice says, “You know I can’t let you have her.”

She’s out of breath as she punches, “We’re going to get her one way or another.”

“I jump when I hear a bang and Stanley falls back into the van. It takes me a minute to realize that he’s been shot.”

“Not Stanley, he’s my favorite. Is he okay?”

“I don’t get a chance to find out because, someone grabs my shoulder. My self-defense training worked because I turn around and aim for the face with my fork.”

“Did It work?”

“Yes, I get the guy right in the eye. He’s screaming, I’m screaming, and there’s blood everywhere. The fork is just stuck there. Suddenly, there’s a lot of FBI people and an ambulance. Agent Rice leads me to a car and lets me clean the blood off my hands.”

“Well that was dramatic.”, he says.

“Dramatic? I guess if you work in the FBI, you see this kind of stuff all the time but, I don’t. It’s a lot more than dramatic for me.”, I say.

For the first time ever, I see him grin. He says, “Even in the FBI, I don’t see people get stabbed with forks, very often.”

Another agent comes over, she says, “Malta and the others got away but, we have Morris in custody. He’s on his way to the hospital. Stanley is too, he should be alright. It was just a flesh wound. The good news is, Morris is already talking. He says, someone is paying them to get something back that Ross stole. Ross told them that he would trade them for the girl.”

Rice says to me, “Wait here, I want to talk to him myself.”

“He locks me in, like I’m some kind of criminal. At least he leaves it running so I’m not hot. That’s when I saw the time on the clock and I realized that I was totally missing your party.”

“Why didn’t you call me?”

“They took my phone with my purse. It was still in the crashed van. All I had on me was the twenty that I’d shoved in my pocket. Anyway, Rice comes back and gets in the driver’s seat.”

“Morris didn’t have anything to add. I’m taking you to a safehouse.”, he says.

I tell him, “Just take me home. Ross doesn’t know where I live or anything.”

“Malta and Morris are very bad people. They’re a lot more dangerous than Ross. They will find you.”

I say, “Well can I have my purse and phone?”
He says, “The van is already on its way to the yard. We’ll get it later.”

“You know, the last person who tried to kidnap me got stabbed with a fork.”, I say, trying to sound brave.

He smiles, as he says, “I’ll be careful.”

“He drives us to Fairhope.”

“That gated community where the mayor lives?”

“Yup, Rice just punches in a code and the gate opens. Then we pull up to a driveway with its own gate and code. The house is a mini-mansion.”

As we pull into the garage, Rice says, “This was a mafia Don’s place. On paper the house was auctioned off after we put him in jail.”

“The place is huge. It’s all done with modern furniture, not my taste at all.”

“Ugh. I hate that, you’ve got to have a little personality in your house.”

“This place looked like a showroom at a furniture store.”

Rice says, “Make yourself at home. There’s plenty of food in the kitchen.”

I say, “is there a shower and maybe something I can wear that’s not covered in dirt from the van and Morris’s blood?”

He says, “There’s five bathrooms and six bedrooms full of stuff upstairs. Help yourself.”

“You should have seen this place. Each room I looked in was bigger than the last. Most of the showers were big enough to have a party in. Then, I find the closet. It was full of designer clothes, all in my size. And, all the way in the back was a secret door to the most amazing bathroom I’d ever seen.”

“Did you take any of the clothes?”

“Most of it was way out of date but, I found a few things that I wanted. When I come out of my extra- long shower. I wrap myself in the softest bathrobe ever and I hear shouting from downstairs.”

“Where is the girl?”, I hear.

“I sneak to the top of the stairs. Malta and two guys have Agent Rice tied to a kitchen chair.”

“Tell me, you found a window to jump out of.”

“No, I started trying to think of a distraction, so I could free Rice.”

“That’s crazy.”

“Well, while I was standing there, a hand covers my mouth.”

“I need your pants.”, Heathcliff Ross whispers.

“What?”, I whisper back.

“That twenty I gave you, I saw you put in your pocket at the restaurant.”

“Well, I realized that I had my distraction. I turned sharply, and he went tumbling down the stairs. I had to hold on to the bannister to keep from falling myself. He landed right at Malta’s feet.

Malta asked, “What are you doing here?”

“In the minute that everyone was looking at him, I snuck down and hide behind the loveseat. From there, I could untie Rice without notice.”

Ross says, “Looking for the girl. If I get to her first, I owe you nothing. With all the noise you alerted her, she’s probably long gone now.”

Malta says, “Or she’s behind that couch.”

“I looked over and saw that there’s a mirror right next to me. I stand up as the two bad guys run at me. Agent Rice jumps up and tackles both of them. One gets knocked out right off but the other puts up a fight. Malta comes at me from the other direction. I manage to dodge her. Rice is now fighting with Ross. They knock into me and I fall on Malta. I hold her down until Agent Rice finishes with Ross. We’re just tying them up as Rice’s backup shows up.”

Agent Rice says, “I can’t believe Ross risked so much just to get you.”
I say, “Oh on the stairs, he wanted the twenty he gave me earlier.”

“I go up and get it out of my pocket.”

“So, did you figure out what was so special?”

“Yes, it had the number of a locker at the bus station and the combo for the briefcase full of jewels that was in it. I spent the rest of the night at the FBI headquarters. I finally got my purse back and a ride home about an hour ago.”

“I kind of think you just made all that up because you didn’t want to come to my party.”

“Fine then I guess you don’t want the dress I found for you, or meet Agent Rice.”

“I’ll be there in ten minutes.”






























Halloween Party

I’ve fallen behind in my weekly writing prompts, with a bit of writers’ block. Hopefully, this conquered it and I’ll be back in my groove. Happy Halloween! 

I should have known better than to wear wings to a Halloween party. The left one was handing by a bit of glittery fabric and the right was bent flat against my back. Why was I even dressed like a fairy anyway? This was the first year that I hadn’t chosen something scary.

The clock on Brianna’s mom’s mantle struck 7, not exactly the witching hour, but I was ready to go.  This had been Tanner’s last chance with me and I found him in the basement, with his tongue down a sexy witch’s throat.

The huddle of smokers on the front porch slowed my dramatic exit. Brianna called after me.

“Don’t leave, Aubrey. He’s a jerk.”

“Your pointed hat is still askew.”

She reached up automatically.

“Brie, I’m mad at myself. It’s Halloween and I’m sitting at a lame party waiting to see which girl my boyfriend will cheat on me with. See you at school.”

The streetlights on Britney’s block had been the victims of mischief night. Her street was lit only by jack-o-lanterns and porch lights. Groups of trick-or-treaters ran up and down the street. I remembered the fun of dressing up and getting to be out after dark, mixed with that feeling that anything could happen. That’s what I was missing.

The wind sent swirls of leaves flying down the sidewalk. The gate to the park creaked open. Usually they locked it at dusk.

“Well, are you just going to stand there all night?”

He was tall, at least 6’. Stick thin, he was dressed like a scarecrow, with his face painted like a jack-o-lantern.

He smiled, his teeth white against the orange. “Sorry I didn’t mean to startle you.”

“I think you did.”

His grin grew larger. “Yeah, maybe I did. I can’t help myself. It is Halloween, after all. So are you coming, or not?”


“The party; the real Halloween party. Come on, I’ll show you.”

He grabbed my hand and slipped through the open gate.

I stopped, trying to pull my hand back.

He turned. “What’s wrong?”

“I don’t know you. I’m not just going to follow you into a deserted park.”

He laughed. “Ok, don’t come. It makes no difference to me, but you were the one wishing for a true Halloween.”

“How…how did you know that?”

He just laughed and left me to make up my mind. I stood there, every warning that my mother had drilled in me flowed through my head. The scarecrow’s laughter mingled with others. It was just another party. I shook my head and stepped through the gate.

Coming around a bend, I saw the scarecrow was talking to a man with long curly horns jutting straight from his forehead. In the dark, the park looked different. The I realized that it was different.

“What did you do with it all?”

He turned to me. “With what?”

“The playground. The slide is gone. You have a band playing where the swings usually are. The only thing you kept was the picnic table. How?”

He shrugged. “It’s Halloween. I’m Guy, by the way, everyone calls me G.”

“I’m Aubrey.”

“I know.”

I hadn’t noticed the horned man leave until he came back over, fumbling with some plastic cups. G grabbed two and handed me one. I eyed it suspiciously, until G took a sip of his. The drink was warm and tasted a bit like apple cider, there was something flowery that I didn’t recognize. I started to relax but I wasn’t even tipsy.

The horned man brought a cup to a woman covered in feathers, wearing an owl mask. A violinist joined the flutist and accordion player. The music grew louder, a group of girls started dancing around a fire. I wandered over, G trailing me.

The girls looked about my age. They were dressed like true storybook witches. Two of them stopped dancing as we approached.

I said, “Nice costumes.”

“We like yours too.”

“Mine was a lot nicer earlier.”

One reached out a brushed my wing.

“It looks fine to me.”

She was right, my torn wing wasn’t hanging as low, the folded one was standing, and somehow the body glitter that I’d brushed on was sparkling in the firelight.

“Come dance with us.”

I handed my drink to G and let the music take me. One song blended into another, then another. We danced like they didn’t care who was watching. Finally, the music slowed, and I was in front of G gulping down my now cold drink.

“Thanks, I needed that.”

I squealed as a purple furred monster came out of the shadows.

“I’m sorry. You just look awesome.”

“Thank you, pretty fairy.”

G said, “Maurice, how did your evening go?”
“Good. I scared lots of people. More than last year, even.”

“That’s great buddy.” He held up his hand for a high five.

G led me over to the picnic table to refill our cups. I looked over at Maurice talking to the owl faced woman.

“So, he’s been running around all night, scaring people?”

“Well sure. He’s a monster. It’s what they do. It’s what they all do.”

“Right, those girls I danced with are real witches? And he’s what, a real vampire?”


“And you?”

“I’m more of a spirit of Halloween. I send the others where they’re needed. Maurice was down at a charity haunted house. They were in need of a really big scare.”

“What about me?”

“Oh well. I don’t usually get personally involve but, I heard you ask for better Halloween. What’s better than spending the night with real monsters? And the gate opened for you. It wouldn’t have done that, unless you belonged with us.”

I raised my eyebrows.

“Are you calling me a monster?”
“Here that’s not an insult.”

I looked around at the others with new eyes.

“I guess not. It makes me really wish I’d gone with a different costume.”

“I don’t know, I think fairy suits you. Let’s go see what you can do.”

He waved over the horned man.

“Bret, are you up for one more trip out?”

“Sure G, let’s go.”

G took my hand and we followed Bret out of the park. Two mothers were walking with some little trick-or-treaters. One was pushing a stroller. G stepped in front of them. My mouth dropped open as they passed right through him.

They were all rubbing at goosebumps on their arms. One little princess took her mother’s hand as they headed to a better lit street.

“How?”, I asked.

‘Sometimes, there’s an explanation for those unexplained cold spots.”

“I knew it. My parents always said it was just my imagination, but I knew there was more.”

He smiled. “Of course, you did. Now watch.”

A group of boys, they looked about twelve or thirteen, were throwing rocks at one of the working streetlights. Bret had stepped into the shadows. The boys noticed him one at a time; saw his glinting horns and glowing red eyes. Bret’s growl echoed off the houses. They screamed and fled.

Bret whooped in triumph. “All five, did you see that G? Usually, there’s one non-believer.”

G said. “I saw. Now, Aubrey gets a turn.”

The neighborhood had quieted down. The treaters were home, sorting their candy. We walked down the middle of the street, Bret telling me stories of his best scares. We were approaching two people leaning against a car. I realized it was Tanner and Brie. We stopped right in front of them, completely invisible. They were holding hands.

I asked G, “Just how long were you watching me?”

“Most of the evening.”

“I don’t need revenge or anything.”

“They need a scare. Bret would be happy to do it.”

Brie pulled her hat off. “I can’t believe she called my party lame.”

“Don’t worry about it, babe.”
Did he just call her babe? How long had they been together, anyway? Before I knew it, I was standing in front of them. G hadn’t told me how, but I somehow knew what to do. I sent leaves swirling around Brie feet. She looked up and around. I felt my smile grow into a grin. Tanner was oblivious but, Brie would react to a subtle scare.

She inched closer to Tanner. He threw his arm around her.

“Did you feel that?”
“Feel what?”


I leaned around and blew gently on the back of her neck. She flew off the car.


“You…you didn’t feel that?”

“Feel what?”

“It. Never-mind.”

She slid her arms around him and put her head on his chest. She couldn’t get away from me that easy. I knew enough about fairies, to know what a glamour was. I imagined myself in a hooded cloaked and wished to be visible. She saw me over his shoulder and screamed. Tanner turned around, but I was gone again. I walked back over to G and Bret.

“You guys are right. This is fun.”

G said. “I know that you aren’t about revenge, bur I enjoy it.”

“What are you going to do?”

G took my hand and made us visible. He led us to Tanner comforting a hysterical Brie.

“Hey guys. What’s going on?”

Tanner looked at me, then noticed G. His eyes narrowed at our clasped hands.

“Who’s this?”

“G. After I left. I ran into him and his friends. Hey Brie, is everything okay?”

“No, I saw a ghost. A real one.”

Tanner said, “I don’t think I’ve seen you around G. Where do you go to school?”

“I’m not from here. I guess you could say that I’m home schooled.”

“And, you just met Aubrey?”

“Yes but, we’re already great friends.”

I smiled as G put his arm around me. Maybe I was a little petty.

Brie said, “Tanner. Who cares about Aubrey and that guy. I just saw a ghost.”

G said, “I’m hoping she and I will become even better friends.”

Brie let out a little squeak as G’s eyes started to glow.

“Tanner.”, she said.

“What, babe?”

Brie said, “That’s it, I’m going inside and putting garlic on my window sill.”

“That’s vampires.”, I called as she stomped up her driveway.

“So, I’ll see you at school Tanner.”

As we passed Bret, I said, “He’s all yours.”

G and I were sitting on my front porch.

“I guess you disappear at sunrise.”

“Not really. Enough people Halloween all year, that I remain corporeal.”

“Sure. I’m not as strong as the stupid Spirit of Christmas.”

“I don’t understand why. She just spends her time curled up in front of a cozy fire, drinking hot chocolate.”

“Well, that does sound nice.”


“Just kidding. So…um if I want to call you; maybe get together for a monster movie?”
“Step into a shadow and say my name, if that’s really something you’d like.”

I surprised him with a kiss. His surprise lasted for just a minute, then he was kissing me back.

I woke with my mother shaking me.

“Why are you sleeping on the porch swing?”

“I just sat down for a second, I must have dozed off.”

“How was your evening?”

I ran my tongue over my lips. They still tasted like him, all pumpkin spice and apple cider.

“It was the best Halloween ever.”












writer’s block

I spent a long time looking for the right prompt. in the end I just wasn’t feeling any of them. So that’s what I wrote about. Hopefully, my muse and I will back at it next week…

The cursor blinked impatiently at me as I stared and stared at the blank page. I’d been sitting at my computer for hours.  Just a few years ago, there would be an overflowing wastebasket of paper yanked from my typewriter. Hitting the backspace button wasn’t nearly as satisfying.

Too many half-baked ideas were running through my head. This was not the time for my muse to take the day off.  Whenever I got even a little stuck my muse would give me that gentle nudge or slap on the head. . I’d gotten used to my ideas flowing into words onto the page Our partnership was beautiful, until she decided on a day off.

Once, I realized that she was gone, I tried to get by without her. She wasn’t the only one with ideas. Two hours later, I had to admit that I was very, very wrong. I wasn’t sure when she would come back. It was time for drastic measures. I sighed and made the call. I needed a temp muse.

Suddenly, a slippery idea anchored itself. The story of Digger, the peaceful garden gnome unfolded like it was supposed to. There he was, taking care of the plants; nurturing seedlings and clearing out weeds, with a smile. Oh, there’s the neighbor’s dog to provide a little conflict for my story.

Wait, when did Digger get those muscles? Did he just growl at the neighbor’s dog? Are those rose thorn daggers strapped to his newly bulging biceps? When did I write that? I would never write this.

Stop! Leave Digger alone. Next muse please.

Okay, let’s get back to the friendly gnome. The dog escapes the angry gnome unscathed. Do you have to pay for therapy for a fictional dog? Back to the garden plants. Wait, what’s happing now? Nothing? Nothing is happening because Digger has strung a leaf between two stems and he’s using it as a hammock. And the gnome is napping. Seriously? Next muse!

What’s this? Since when does Digger have a girlfriend? She’s climbed into the hammock. Oh, that’s cute. They’re going to nap together. The affectionate little gnome wrapped his arms around his girlfriend. She leaned down and slipped her tongue in his mouth as her hand…Wait! What’s happening? What’s she doing? Oh god, I’ll never get be able to get that image out of my head. I can’t do this.

None of these others will do, I need my muse. Yes, she’s over-caffeinated and tends to send me down crazy paths that only amuse her. And, she disappears for long periods of time.  Sometimes, she has to be bribed with chocolate or coffee. Did, I mention that she likes coffee?

What if she never comes back? What if I’m stuck like this? Think of poor Digger. He’s just going to be stuck with his girlfriend in that hammock, forever. Oh, there you are. Where have you been? Coffee? You left me for a latte?  And you’ve brought me one too? At 10:00 at night? Who needs sleep anyway?















My Big Fat Deadly Wedding


So this is week 6 of my word prompt challenge. I based it on the image above. Still having a hard time meeting my word count goals. I love the touch of humor in this one though…

The wedding had been a grand gaudy affair. My mother and my now mother-in-law had planned the whole thing. There wasn’t much you could do against two queens. My new husband and I were simply there. I was just glad that it was over. Now I just had to get through my wedding night.

My cheeks hurt from the fake smile I’d had plastered across my face all night. Why shouldn’t I be happy? I was marrying a complete stranger. We’d had a few well-chaperoned, very awkward meetings and he seemed nice enough. Too bad I had to kill him.

It wasn’t anything personal, I was just doing my job. Assassin’s blood ran as deep through my veins as the royalty did. We’d been killers and thieves for centuries. It was my grandfather who had found himself sitting on the throne. He’d found that it suited him and his purposes, so kept it. I’d been trained by the best, to be the best. I’d been trained for this task.

Prince Destrin was apparently the only thing keeping the kingdom from rebelling. It was a civil war that both sides wanted. So, I found myself sitting at a vanity on my wedding night planning murder, as the maid prepared me for bed. It had taken four people to get me made up. My next wedding dress was going to be a much simpler garment.

“Yes mistress.”

“I can do the rest. Go start the bath.”

She bowed and went to start the fire to heat the water.

“Would you snap at me too, if I said that you’re in a foul mood?”

Dez, as those closest to him called him, was relaxing on a sofa across the room. He’d already removed his outer tunic and boots.

“My mood is not foul, I-I’m simply nervous. It is my wedding night after all.”

He looked embarrassed and ran his hand through his dark wavy hair. I wondered what the curls would feel like wrapped around my fingers. I’d admired his hair from the start.

“Look M’Lora, I know this is our wedding night but, I’m not going to make you do anything that you don’t want to do.”

My eyes widened. From what my sisters had told me about their own wedding nights, I’d expected him to have torn my clothes off by now.

“Am I…don’t you want me?’

His eyes widened. “No! I mean yes, I do want you. But, I’m not in the habit of forcing myself on a girl. Vows or not.”

“That’s really good of you.”

The prince had a lot of good qualities that I’d discovered. He was kind to everyone. He was very smart and always seemed interested in what I had to say. He had a nice relaxed smile that he gave everyone. He flashed it toward me.

“Now, if you are wanting to consummate our union…”

I laughed. “Consummate our union. When you get all romantic like that, how can a girl resist?”

He laughed too. I took a deep breath. I’d known that I would probably have to bed him. I’d been prepared for it. I was both relieved and disappointed to think that I could say no. I looked at him. I wanted him. I’d wanted him from the moment I met him. I could imagine killing him without at least one encounter.

I stood up and held my hand out to him. “Let’s do this.”

He laughed. “Now you’re the one spouting poetry.”

The kiss was gentle, at first, testing my boundaries. I opened my lips to him and he took the invitation.  His had crept up to let down my hair. I gently pushed his hand down.

“Let me.”, I said. He watched as I pulled out the clips that my sister had twisted in. He didn’t notice the elegant butterfly pin that she had so careful hidden in plain sight.  I let my hair tumble down. Along with the front of my dress. I stepped out of it and looked at the prince. His eyes burning and lusty.

He picked me up and carried me to the large bed.

“My turn.” He said, as he pulled off his undershirt and pants. Years of horse riding and swordplay had honed his body. My stomach tightened as he crawled toward me.

Then he was on me. His lips trailing down my neck. I moaned. His hand slid up my chemise and found a breast. He was hard against my leg. I wanted this, needed this. Killing him could wait. I breathed in his scent. I heard the sound of a far-away door closing. I’d forgotten to dismiss the maid. Suddenly I sensed movement. Someone loomed over us.

“Look out.” I cried, pushing Dez off me and plunging the sharpened hairpin into the intruder’s throat. I followed through, pushing him backwards and tackling him to the floor. I pulled the pin from his throat and shoved it through his heart. The gurgling noises that he been making slowed and stopped. I slowly looked up and across the bed. My beloved husband was white as a ghost. My wedding undergarments were covered in blood.

“Is he dead?”


“You killed him.”


“He…he wasn’t the first person that you’ve killed, is he?”


I stood up. The prince came over and looked at our assailant.

“Was he after you or me?”

“I don’t know, probably you.”

“That hairpin. You were going to kill me with it. Weren’t you?”

I sighed. “That was the plan.”

He crossed the room and sat back on the sofa. I’d been covered in more blood than this before and hadn’t cared, but there was something about the way he still looked at me. Like he didn’t hate me.

“I need a bath before someone comes in.”

He watched me as I walked to the waiting tub, pulled off my soaked clothes, and climbed in.

“There has been rumors and stories of one of the royal families. We just didn’t know who.”

“Well now you do.”

“Why M’Lora? Why me?”

“You’re negotiating a peace that those in power don’t want. With you gone, our mother can rule until your brother is old enough to take the throne.”

He leaned against the beck of the seat and looked up at the ceiling. “My mother. I should have known she’d be behind this somewhere. I guess that’s how you were going to not get in trouble for my death. Is the whole palace in on it?”

“Don’t get paranoid. Only your mother and a few guards loyal to her are part of the plot.”

“And your family.”
I laughed. “My family doesn’t care. My mother owed yours a favor and she thinks I needed practice.”


“I’ve killed plenty but never on such an intimate level.”

He looked at me and smiled.

“You saved my life.”

I sighed. “Yes, I did.”

“Does that mean that you, at least, like me?”

“I’ve always liked you. Killing you, that’s just following orders.”

“And now?”

“It would be poor taste to pull the pin out of that man’s heart and put it yours. Maybe, I’ll just smother you with a pillow.”

He got up and came over. He pulled up a stool.

“I have a better idea. Why don’t I hire you as a guard? You’re already my wife. Unless that was a sham too.”
“No, we are really married. They wanted me close, in case I wasn’t able to do it tonight.”

“How long have they given you?”

“They haven’t really. I’m sure they expect it to be done soon.”

“Hear me out. Your murder attempt was thwarted by the other murder attempt.”

“To cover for you, I’ll have killed him. This will give us a day or two, to figure out the rest.”

The more he talked, the less I wanted to kill him. It had nothing to do with him being naked.

“You have my word. No murder attempts from me, for at least two days.”

He smiled and helped me out of the bath. Wrapping a large towel around me.

“Now I’m going to ask you to do something that you’ve probably never done.”

He was right. I sat in bed screaming. For help. The guards that ran in were definitely not expecting the scene we’d set. I sat up in bed with a blanket pulled up. Dez, with his pants back on, stood over the body with my bloody hairpin in his hand, He launched into the complicated story he’d concocted.

Essentially, it was what really happened except he was the one who killed the intruder. We sat on the bed as more guards came in. Then the captain of the guard came in. All of them scratched their heads at their price’s story.

Once the body was removed and the maids cleaned up the mess, we were finally left alone. I fell back onto the pillows. I couldn’t remember having such a long day ever. Dez fell back next to me. We both quietly examined the canopy. I looked over at him.

“They underestimate you.”


“The guards, your mother. I’m not sure any of them believed your story.”

“Maybe I’ve earned a bit of respect then.”

“No, but that’s fine. It works to our advantage. So would it be poor taste if we continued where we left off?”

He turned to me surprised. “Oh, um…”

“Never mind. I…forget I asked.”

“No, I had just assumed that was part of the act.”

“I told you that I like you. The question is, do you trust me?”

“You made a promise. I trust you to keep it.”

I smiled. “Well husband, let’s do this then.”

He laughed. “So poetic.”

I was still laughing as he began to kiss me.

The Pixie and the Tiara

This weeks writers prompt came from a tweet “There’s a girl on my flight carrying a very fancy tiara in a box.” I made it to 2000 words but I was a day late. Which means I’ll do a second story sometime this week.

“This will be the most important delivery, you’ve ever made.”

“What is it?”

Fairy Godmother stepped back revealing what sat on her desk.

Teeny gasped. “That’s not a wish.”

Teeny was the only pixie among the elves and sprites that usually worked for the Fairy Godmother. They delivered, granted wishes all over the world. Occasionally, the rulers of the various courts would ask them to deliver other things.

“No. We’ve been entrusted with the task of getting Princess Daffodil’s tiara to her coronation. I’ve assigned you the task. Somehow, you are the only courier I have, that has never lost or damaged anything.”

Teeny could believe it. The elves were swift and didn’t hesitate in pulling out their bows and swords to protect whatever they were delivering but, they were not careful in keeping it in one piece. Sprites had a tendency to trade and barter their deliveries. Teeny peered up at the tiara. It was a delicate masterpiece of filigreed silver, an oval moonstone set at its peak. It sat upon a black velvet pillow and was housed in a large glass box.

Fairy Godmother said. “. I’ve booked you a seat on a plane. The coronation is in Dublin. That’s too far for you to fly with such a heavy object.”

Pixies had the ability to change their size. Most being able to get as large as a human twelve-year-old. Teeny could only get about half that. Her parents had encouraged her to get this job to build her confidence. So far, she’d only been given easy runs, not exactly ego building.

Fairy Godmother continued, “This will be a dangerous mission. As soon as the princess is crowned, the Seelie Court will rule.  There are more than a few creatures that don’t want this to happen. Also, the case is enchanted. Only the princess may open it. And no spell can touch it. So, you can not shrink it or change it in any way.”

Teeny looked at it again. She’d have to carry it, just as it was.

“I understand, Fairy Godmother, I’ll do my best.”

“I know you will.”

The box wasn’t cumbersome but there was no mistaking what it was. Teeny was able to glamour herself to look like a short teenager. Her long hair in an updo and she draped a dress in a garment bag over her arm.

Fairy Godmother’s headquarters was above a mailbox store. Her sister Ione and Ione’s wife Sami ran it. They both watched her come down the stairs.

Sami’s eyes widened. “Is that what I think it is?”

“What do you think it is?”

The crown.”

Teeny got a bad feeling. “Why do you think that?”

“Because its glowing.”

Teeny groaned. “No. Everyone with the Sight will know exactly what it is.”
Ione said. “Isn’t the ceremony in Ireland?”

“Yes. I’m on my way to the airport now.”

“Well your cheerleader glamour will work on some.”

“I’m supposed to be a be a beauty pageant contestant.”

“Oh well, all of those humans are the same.”

‘So, I’ve got to get going.”

“Good luck, honey.”


She stepped onto the street. Her phone chimed, the ride to the airport would be along any minute. Meanwhile, she was getting stares. Most fae avoided the city but, this one had a large amount of parks and greenery. Teeny watched everyone with suspicion. A black SUV pulled up in front of her. She climbed inside. They were already moving down the street before she looked at the driver.

“Dalton?” Teeny squeaked.

“Hey Teeny. How’s it going?”
“What are you doing?”

“What do you think? I need to take that package from you.”

Dalton was the traditional monster-under-the-bed. At full strength, he stood over seven feet tall. He was covered in a thick burgundy fur. Great tusks jutted from his flat face. He’d always been nice to Teeny, but this was the first time she was carrying anything of value.

“I..I can’t let you have it.”

“I don’t want to hurt you but, you’re not getting on that plane. Look there are others waiting for you. Creatures that don’t care about your well-being.”

They were leaving downtown. He turned onto the highway. It seemed like he was really heading to the airport. Teeny looked around. The sunroof. Her powers would allow her to fly through as if the glass wasn’t there. She just had to get the seatbelt off and make the leap without him grabbing her. Dalton had no powers other than brute strength. If he got ahold of her, it would be over.

“I’m glad that you don’t want to hurt me but, I don’t feel the same about you.”

He laughed. “Come on Teeny. What could you possibly do to hurt me?”

Now she was mad. “You know what? I’m going to get away from you and I’m going to get this crown to the princess in time for that coronation.”

“Hit me with your best shot, pixie.”

Suddenly, the garment bag flew off the seat next to her and plastered across the windshield. Dalton let out a shout. Then he was trying to drive and pulled it down at the same time. The vehicle began to swerve. They could hear screeching tires and horns blasting. Teeny had already loosened her seatbelt. She held tight to the box and leapt. She was out and airborne in seconds. She released her hold on the garment bag just in time for Dalton to avoid the guard rail.

She breathed a sigh of relief and headed toward the airport.  If she made it onto the plane she’d be safe. Airplanes had been built with protections and anti-magic charms. She just had to get there. Shadows blocked the sun above her. Wraiths. Little more than shadows, they were swift and vicious.  If they got ahold of her they’d rip off her wings and laugh as she fell.

All three of them had her in their sights. The one that flew up next to her smiled with big white teeth.

“I didn’t think you could be out in the daylight like this.”

“It’s true that we are greatly reduced without the blessings of the darkness but, we have more than enough to take out a snippet such as yourself.”

There was one on each side of her and one above. This was going to be tricky.

She smiled at the one to her right. “Bring it on.”

The two at her sides closed in as she stilled her wings. She heard them hit each other and felt the wind as they tumbled to the ground. She free fell a few feet before fluttering her wings. Below, the two wraiths were struggling to untangle themselves. The airport was less than a mile away but she still had one wraith to handle.  She darted up passed him. He took the bait, abandoning his friends. She flew as high as she dared. He was right behind her. She flew through a cloud hoping it would hide her for a moment. Her arms were getting tired from holding the box, her wings were getting tired from flying with the extra weight. Fairy godmother had been right, she would have never made it on her own.

Trying for the element of surprise one last time she stopped and turned, flying towards the ground as fast as she could. The wraith threw out his hand to catch her but she was just out of reach. As she neared the ground she spotted a familiar SUV barreling toward the airport. She changed direction and zoomed right at it. She slowed just enough for the wraith to get a foot closer. She was so close that she could she Dalton’s nostrils flaring. She flew closer still heading straight for him. His anger turned to surprise as he realized that she was charging right at him, the wraith on her tail. She skimmed the hood and pulled up at the very last second. Her toe hitting the roof.

The wraith wasn’t as small and fast. As she turned back to the airport, she laughed at the SUV pulled over with the wraiths legs sticking out of the broken windshield. She followed the signs to the loading zone for her airline. She was so close.

The automatic doors whooshed as she landed on the mat in front of them. The artificially cool air welcomed her. She headed for the ticket counter. The agent greeted her warmly.

“Hi honey. Traveling by yourself today?”

“Um yes ma’am. My…um…family couldn’t make it to see me win this baby.”

“Oh, isn’t that lovely. Congratulations.”

“Thank you.”

“Well, everything seems to be in order.”

A feeling of dread went through the lobby. The usual noise of the crowd died down in a wave. A wave that was moving closer to her. She’d never felt it herself but she knew exactly what or who it was. One of the Unseelie Court’s highest-ranking lieutenants. He was one that wouldn’t care what happened to her. The spell he’d placed over the mortals had overtaken the ticket agent.

She grabbed the ticket and ran. She passed the line for security, the guards frozen. She ran faster. She could practically feel her lungs working. The corners of the box digging into her palms. They were just starting board as she hit the gate. She bounced nervously, waiting for her row to be called. She was so close. Finally, she stepped onto the plane and settled into her seat.

She wrapped her arms around her prize like a teddy bear and rested her cheek on the cool surface of box. She’d made it. She sent out a quick text to the Fairy Godmother before they made her turn off her Wi-Fi.

A pair of fierce elves in Seelie Court livery, met her as she stepped off the plane. She felt very small walking between them. They led her to the tallest elf she’d ever seen. A look of relief crossed his face as he took her in. She was suddenly glad that she’d thought to freshen up in the restroom. The glamour had held but underneath, she’d been a mess.

“Good afternoon, lady.”, he said, as he took a bow.

“Um…good afternoon.”, she said, bowing awkwardly back.

She tried to hand him the tiara but he refused it.

“Not yet. Your quest isn’t quite finished.”

“Quest? No. I’m just the courier.”

He smiled. “You must deliver it to the recipient, herself then. We must go quickly. It will be starting soon.”

“What is? Oh, the coronation. I…I can’t. I’m just a small pixie.”

“Don’t worry about that.”

She held tight to the box as they drove through the city and out into the most beautiful countryside that she’d ever seen. They drove until the sun began to set. They stopped at the edge of an ancient grove of trees. She could hear the murmur of a large crowd and the brightness of a bonfire glowed over the tops of the trees. The tall elf led the way.

She’d never seen such a large gathering of fae. There were creatures that she’d never seen before. All seated around the fire on rows of benches. Conversations stopped as she followed the elves. They watched as she was led to the center.

The princess was as beautiful they’d said. She held her hand out to Teeny.

“Ah, there’s my knight now.”

She looked around but saw no knight. She did see a face that she recognized and stopped in her tracks.

“Fairy Godmother? How-how did you get here.”

“I flew myself.”

“I don’t understand. Why would you make me go through all of that, if you were going to be here anyway?”

She smiled. “The crown had to be delivered by a brave knight. When they asked, I could think of nobody braver or more noble than you. You were my knight.”

The princess said. “She’s actually my knight. Come bring my crown.”

Teeny stepped in front of the princess as the others were doing. She held the box up to her. The princess lifted the lid of the box and pulled the tiara off the pillow. She set it on her head and everyone cheered.

Teeny found Fairy Godmother afterward.

“You did well. I’m very proud of you, Teeny.”

“Thanks. I just hope I don’t have to do it again.”

“Really? I know that you got this job to prove yourself. I imagine this run did that. But if you want to stay on, I just received some requests for you.”

“What? They want me?’

She smiled. “I told you yesterday. I can think of no one better. When we get home, we’ll take about a raise.”

Teeny smiled. “I’m going to need some hazard pay, then. I lost my favorite dress in Dalton’s car.”

Fairy Godmother laughed. “I’ll see what I can do.”









Rainy night in the city


Writing prompt week three. I made both the one day goal and my minimum word count.  This photo was called The Storm. As they say “there are eight million stories in the naked city, this is one of them”

Water splashed up from dips in the sidewalk too shallow to be called puddles. Well, my new boots were ruined and I had no one to blame but myself. It wasn’t enough to make a dramatic exit, I had to do it in the middle of a rain storm. There was no turning back now. What would I even say? How would I explain myself?

By the time I reached my destination, the rain had slowed to a cold drizzle. I stepped inside and waved my hand down my dress. With just a little magic I was dry. Maybe my mother could help with the boots. I looked around the bar that my family called home.  More accurately, the sprawling three story townhouse upstairs.

Apparently, even the most social drunks were fighting sobriety at home, tonight. The only patron in the place was the old man everyone affectionately, called the Young Oldman. There had been an Old Oldman, but that was before my time. Young was about 75. I had never been in Alistair and Co, and not seen him sitting in that spot.

I nodded to him as I headed to the opposite end of the long counter.  I ran my hand along the polished wood. The shiny 1916 pennies, embedded in the resin catching the light as I went. According to a plaque on the wall, the pennies had been found in a canvas sack under a floorboard when the bar had been remodeled in the 1970’s.

A glass of white wine on a napkin automatically appeared, as I slid onto a stool.  I looked up and smiled at the bartender. He smiled at me from his almost 7 feet. His dark eyes and dark skin showed his Egyptian heritage. I smiled back.

“Margot. I wasn’t expecting you in. What brings you out on a night like this?”

”Ah Robi, I let my feet do the walking and they brought me here”

He gave me a knowing smile. “Work or love?”

I took a sip of the wine.  “You know me too well.”


The wind gusted as the door opened, letting in two young couples. They took one look at Oldman, then me hunched over my glass, finally to the 6’9” bald Egyptian, and headed to one of the tables.

Robi went over to the poor guy elected to get the drinks. I ignored the bowl of peanuts and leaned over to grab the jar. Young Oldman banged his mug on the bar.

The annoyed bartender called out. “I’ll get to you in a minute.  Don’t be an asshole.”

The customer in front of him raised his eyebrows at the obscenity. My phone buzzed in my pocket. I’d left my apartment without my keys and wallet, but I remembered my phone. The voicemail beeped. This was the fourth call I’d gotten. I knew who it was. I just didn’t know what to say.

Robi made his way back to me, in time to give me another wine.

I looked up at him. “Hey, aren’t you supposed to be off tonight.”

“Yeah. Your sister had a hot date.”

My sister was two years older than me and still trying to find herself. My parents were happy to indulge her, as long as, she worked. There was an expectation that she would someday take over the bar. I certainly didn’t want it.

“So, are you going to tell me what’s going on with you or am I going to have to keep guessing?”

I stared at my drink.

“I’ve been seeing this new girl.”

“I know. Your mom is beside herself, wondering when you’re going to bring her by.”

“I don’t know if I am. After everything happened with the last one…I don’t know.”

“Not every girl is going to turn evil.”

“I know, but when I got home tonight and found a romantic candlelight dinner; I just panicked.”

He chuckled. “She sounds like a piece of work alright.”

“Don’t mock me.”

“I’m not. It’s just that we’ve all been waiting for you to get over your ex.”

I looked up at him.

“She tried to kill you. She tried to kill everyone I love.”

“We all survived. And I’m not downplaying what happened with Cartier. But, you need to find someone. It’s been two years. We’re all starting to wonder if you still want her. You’re not like waiting for her, are you?”

“This isn’t about wanting Cartier back or still having feelings for her. I’m over that part of it. And I know that no other relationship will crash and burn like that one.”

“Then what is it?”

“It’s stupid.”

“I’m sure it’s not.”

I sighed as the wind gusted. We both looked up. My heart skipped a beat as I saw the young woman standing in front of the now closed door. Jillian looked around, taking it all in. Her eyes landed on me. Oldman gave her a mocking salute with his glass, as she headed in my direction.

I was quiet as she settled next to me. Why was she here? Robi had moved away but came over to get her order.

“I guess I’ll have whatever she’s having.”

We were both quiet as he put the wine in front of her.

“Your wallet was on the hall table with your keys. I was worried that you’d be stuck somewhere.”

I said, “Thanks”, as she slid them across the bar to me.

“It doesn’t matter here. This is my family’s place. If the tab gets too high, my father will make me work a shift or two.”


“Yeah. Alistair was my great-great-great grandfather. The “co” was his wife. They didn’t think anyone would come, if a woman’s name was on the sign, too. I grew up in the townhouse upstairs.”

She was quiet as looked down at the pennies. Her hair fell, obscuring her face. She was so petite that her feet didn’t touch the footrest. Neither of us said anything, until Robi gestured for me to start.

“How did you find me? I don’t remember telling you about this place.”

She looked up. Her cheeks reddened.

“Um, you didn’t. Remember the other night, we were playing around with that tracking app on our phones? We forgot to turn them off. I’m sorry. I don’t usually do this; stalk my girlfriends”

I chuckled. “I think stalk is a strong word. Maybe, check on?”

“Yeah. You were pretty upset when you left.”

She sighed, her brown eyes filled with tears.

“I didn’t mean to scare you. I mean, we’ve only been going out for a few weeks. Telling you how I felt, like that…”

“No! No, it’s not that.”

I’d been in love with Jillian from the first time we met. She was a party planner and been hired to help with the launch of a new artist.

It’s just…well…the last time that someone told me that they loved me; things ended very badly.”

“Oh, I didn’t mean to bring up bad memories.”

“It’s been pointed out to me that it’s been two years and I should be over it by now. I should have been honest with you.”

“There’s no time frame for healing a broken heart.”

She was being too understanding. I had to tell her everything.

“Her name was Cartier. We met in college. At first, it was everything that they tell you, love is supposed to be.”

“So, what happened.”

I took a sip of my wine. I really didn’t like telling this story.

”We were going to be married. It wasn’t legal at that point, but it’s accepted in our community and our families approved.”

She looked down at her glass. “What happened?”

“I found out that she was lying about certain things. It wasn’t just to me, but to her family as well. I found out just before the ceremony. I wanted to postpone until we could get things figured out, but we were standing in the church with two hundred people.”

There were parts of that evening that I hadn’t told anyone. I still wasn’t ready to talk about them, but Jill deserved as much of the truth as I was able to give. I looked around. The outsiders were gone.

“I thought it would be okay. We could deal with it after.”

“That never works.”

“No, it doesn’t.”, I took her hand across the bar. “Jill, if you really do love me, you need to trust me. You need to believe what I’m about to tell you is true.”

“Ok, now you’re starting to scare me.”

“Jillian. Me, my family, even the old man over there, we’re all witches.”

“Witches?  As in Wiccans?”

“No. As in flying broomsticks and turning people into toads. All of the fairy tale creatures; vampires and werewolves. It’s all true. Cartier tried to use our wedding as a way to steal the power from every magical being in the city. She stabbed the priestess with the ceremonial dagger.”

She took her hand out of mine. “I’m not saying that I believe you, but finish.”

“Some quick moving vampires took her down. Nobody was really surprised, and they were waiting for her to do something.”

“So she was, what, a wicked witch?”

“Yes. All of the emotional energy that an individual puts out goes into the swirl of global energy. If everyone is happy, then the general mood of the area is happy. Witches manipulate the energies around them, so what they put out matters more. My coven is made up of witches who put out more positive energy. Cartier and her family are negative. It creates a balance. Cartier, she’s not about balance. She wants chaos.”

“Did you know? When you were dating, that she was like that?”

“Yes. I guess I was hoping that I could change her. I think she was hoping the same for me.  A joining like ours, would have blended our powers. Cartier thought that she could was stronger than me.  By killing that priestess in a sacred circle, it sealed her fate. She couldn’t join with me even if we wanted to.”

“Where is she now?”

“We have our own version of prison. In our society, killing a priestess or priest is a serious crime. I haven’t seen her trial.”

Jillian was quiet for a while. She sighed.

“You know that I trust you but, something like this. I’m going to need proof.”

“I understand.”

I looked around to make sure we were alone. It took just a bit of concentration and a small cat was suddenly sitting next to me.

“Dammit Margot, you know I’m allergic to those things.”

“Sorry Oldman.”

Just as suddenly, Jill was sitting back on the stool. She blinked and looked around.

“Was I…I was just a cat. Right? That really happened?”

“You did say that you wanted proof. This is ok? Did I freak you out?”

“No. I mean, yes, I’m freaked out. But, I think I’ll be ok with it.”

“Good, because, I love you too.”

I leaned over and kissed her. Those soft lips opened and I was lost in her. A throat cleared next and I paused to look at Robi. He looked up at the ceiling. I’d been so caught up that I’d missed hearing the elevator.

“So…um…Jill. There’s something else I need to talk to you about.”

“There’s more than you being a witch?”

“It’s just a small thing, really. It’s about my mom and how she’s going to be around you.”

“You’re not allowed to date non-witches?”

“Oh no, I can date you but, my mom can be enthusiastic.”

“That’s not a bad thing. My family isn’t okay with the whole lesbian thing. We just agree to pretend I’m not. If I bring you home, I’ll have to introduce you as my friend. Then we’ll have to endure my mom telling me that I need to settle down with a nice boy. I don’t bring girls home often.”

“My mom is the opposite of all that, plus ten.”

“Oh, that is enthusiastic.”

“I only mention it because they just got home and by now they know I’m down here with you.”

“Now? I’m meeting you mother after I’ve been crying all night? And I’m soaked.”

“She’s going to be on your side and yell at me for making you cry. As for the being soaked, I can take care of that.”

I passed my hand down her front.  She ran a hand down her, now dry, shirt.

“That was awesome. You know that you could have done that instead of turning me into a cat.”

“She was showing off.”

I leaned over and looked down the bar.

“Shut up, Asshole.”

I looked back at Jillian.

“You look beautiful. If you still want to be with me after you meet my parents, we’ll go to see yours.”

“You do love me.”

This time she started the kiss that was still happening as my parents came in with the gust of wind.














































This is my week 2 writing prompt. I didn’t quite make it to my 2000 wordcount minimum but I got it done in one day. 

“If I wanted to work late, I would have applied at a Mini-mart. At least there might have been some activity.”, Ava said, as she thumped her purse on the desk.

“Quit your bitching, or you might find yourself there, yet.”, Brie said.

She tossed her hair and began to pack her homework to leave.

“I’m sorry that you couldn’t unload your closing shifts onto Dean this month but, you don’t have to take it out on the rest of us. Everything is done. Why don’t you find a book to read? This is a library, after all.”

Brie laughed. She knew full well that, Ava had only gotten the job to look smart on her resume. She and the others teased her all the time. Ava hadn’t realized that the library, being so close to the colleges, would have late hours some nights. The librarians rotated so you’d only have to close on week per month. Ava had gotten Dean to take her turn. His new girlfriend made him impervious to her charms.

As soon as, Brie left, Ava pulled out her phone and settled in. Aside from the usual post-day class, pre-night class rush, the evening was quiet. She was in the breakroom, staring at the snack machine, when the counter bell dinged.  She hid a sigh when she saw who it was.

“Hey Bryan.”

He was cute in a geeky way but, he had no social skills.

“Hi Ava. I sent you a third friend request. Did you get it this time?”
“Oh, I’ve been busy with school and stuff. I’ll look for it later.”


After an awkward pause, that seemed to last minutes, Ava said. “So, did you need something?”

“Right! I’m on the waiting list for the new Lords of the Dark Kingdom book. Has it been returned yet?”

“Did you get an email?”


Another awkward pause.

“I’ll go look.”

She was just turning to tell him it wasn’t there. Something flew by his head.

“Did you see that?”

“See what?”

He turned to look where she was staring.

“Has that poster of the bird always been over that water fountain?”, she asked.

“I think so. Are you alright?”

“Fine. I’m fine. Um…your book isn’t in yet.”

“Ok. Thanks for checking.”

Ava spotted shadows out of the corner of her eye twice more but, didn’t see anything when she looked up from her phone.

Around five, a boy came up to the counter. He looked about nine. He was dressed in black velvet shorts and jacket.

“Are you in some kind of play?”, Ava asked.

“No, why do you ask?”

“Um…the outfit?”

“What’s wrong with my outfit?”
“Oh. Um…nothing. I guess. What do you need?”

“I wish to complain. The selection of fairy tales in your children’s’ department is woeful.”

“Woeful?” Who was this kid? “Are you alone? Where are your parents.”

“All of them are about princesses and dragons. Where are you books about real fairies?”

“Real fairies? You mean like the little ones with wings and fairy dust?”

“That would do for a start.”

“Where did you say your parents are? I’m not a babysitter.”

“I not being a problem, am I?”

“Well no.”

“Then can you lead me to the fairies?”
“Um sure.”

Shortly after bringing the boy to mythology area of the children’s department, it was time for her to walk the stacks and close up the third floor. Stepping off the elevator, she ducked as a large gray shape came at her.  She looked as the bird flew off toward the research lab. She couldn’t leave it locked up here all night. There were policies about everything else, there would be one about this. She searched the whole floor. It was gone.

She disabled the elevator and locked the door to the third=floor stairwell. The lights coming into the lobby seemed exceptionally bright. That poster was definitely new. Settling at the desk, she pulled out her phone. Her sister was supposed to be bringing her dinner. She hadn’t texted though.

A fluttering made her look up. An owl was sitting on the counter, blinking at her. Carefully, she stood up.

“Nice bird. Good bird.”, she said, slowly walking toward it.

Just as she reached it, it flew into the stacks. She ran after it but again it was gone. She turned and ran into the little boy.

“Oh sorry. This is going to sound weird but, have you seen…”

“An owl? No. I need you to find more books.”

“I gave you every kids book that has the word fairy in it.”

“I want the ones in the adult section now.”

Ava sighed and brought him to the mythology section on the second floor. As she was coming down, the bell dinged. There was Bryan again.

‘I’m ready to check out. Are you sure that you’re alright? You look winded.”

“I’m fine. It’s just a busy night.”

He wouldn’t believe her about the owl. She hardly believed her. Once Bryan left she sat down to the dinner that was sitting on the desk. A text on her phone told her that her sister had been in a hurry. Before she could take a bite of her sandwich, someone cleared their throat. She looked up to at the most beautiful boy, she’d ever seen.

“I didn’t mean to interrupt your dinner but, I’m looking for a boy. I think he might be in here.”

He had a light accent that she couldn’t place. His eyes were a bright green and his long hair was so black that it shined in the light.

“I think I know who you’re talking about. He’s on the second floor in mythology. Would you like me to take you up there?”

“That’s probably not a good idea but, thank you.”

“No problem. The elevator is off but you can take the stairs.”

He nodded and headed that way. Ava took her bite. She was halfway through her fries, when she heard shouting.

“Watch out.”

An owl swooped low over her head and aimed for the door. It hit them hard enough to open them but, she’d just switched the security to night. Nobody could go in or out unless she hit the button. The owl fell back and turned to go the other way. Cute boy was right behind it.

“Wait.”, She called as he disappeared into the stacks.

Suddenly the bird flew out of a section, saw her and flew into a different one. Cute boy ran towards her. She simply pointed to where the bird had gone. He took off in that direction.

She heard a crash and ran toward it. Cute boy was picking himself off a pile of books. The owl watched him from above. It looked like it was laughing at him.

“Miss, it would be best if you went back to your dinner.”

“What’s going on here?”
“I apologize but I need to get that boy home before his parents do.”

“What boy?”

He just looked at the owl. Who shook its feathers and settled back down. Cute boy, who was also, apparently, crazy boy, started putting the books back on the cart. Ava kneeled down to help.

“That’s not a boy.”

“I can assure you that it is. He is my nephew, Ian, and my brother is going to kill me if I don’t get him home, right now.”

The last part was directed to the bird. She decided to play along.

She asked the bird, “Is that why you were looking into mythology? Do you not know what you are?”

Cute boy stood up and placed the last stack of books on the cart. He laughed.

“Oh, he knows exactly what he is. It’s what we both are.”


“No. We are fae. We are phooka.”

“Isn’t that a dance?”

“That’s a polka.”

Ava started to lead him back towards the front. She wasn’t sure what to believe. She wasn’t ready to admit that fairies were real.  She had to sit down.  If the owl really was the curious boy from earlier, he’d follow.

“Phooka are shapeshifters. We are an old type of faerie. In fact, I just moved here from Ireland.”

They’d gotten back to the front and she sat in one of the lobby chairs.

“Your accent, it doesn’t sound Irish.” At least it didn’t sound like the Irish she’d heard on tv.

“As I said, we are an old people. We are far removed from modern Ireland. My brother and his family have been here for a while. My nephew doesn’t have any accent at all.”

The owl had flown out and perched on the counter again. He was listening intently. It really wasn’t the boy. Was it?

“Let’s say I believe you. Don’t fairies live in the woods and stuff?”

“Phooka are drawn to the chaos of the city. We also seek places that need a little action.”

She looked around.

“Yeah, well this is a library.”

“He wasn’t drawn to the place. He was drawn to you. You needed the chaos.”

Suddenly, the little boy, Ian, was standing next us. He curled up in the seat on the other side of his uncle.

Cute boy said, “Some part of you needed a little chaos. Ian is young. He doesn’t have the control over it yet. He also loves books so he probably didn’t fight it too hard.”

Ava considered her night. It had been the most exciting night, she’d had at work.

“Nobody needs chaos.”

“Oh, but they do. In some situations, it comes with important life lessons. Sometimes, it brings change. In your case, I think you just needed a bit of excitement. I can’t imagine this place offers a lot of that.”

She laughed.

“Yeah, my job is pretty quiet.”

“So, are you ok? This must be a bit of a surprise.”

She looked at cute boy. And held out her hand.

“I’m Ava.”

He smiled and took it.


So, Liam. What are you guys doing tomorrow night.”