For Jeanne’s birthday, I started working on a flash for her. I’m going to make it into a full story, but i figured since I missed out on Friday’s Flash, I’d post a snippet of it here. I know LSB has a call out for a Halloween anthology– and perhaps, just perhaps this story might fit. *grins*
Jeanne Roarke tugged at her fairy costume, wondering once again how she got mixed up in dressing for Halloween. She loved the holiday, but being in this outfit was just a bit too much. The satin skirt with chiffon overlay was way too short, not to mention that the top half was made for Jessica Rabbit, not someone of her less endowed qualities. But there was something about the wings attached to the back of the dress that made it okay.
Silly woman, stop thinking about those childhood fantasies of fae, elves and other magic creatures, she chided herself. They don’t exist and they never will.
With a deep exhale, Jeanne was ready to take the small group of disabled children she worked with for an hour of trick-or-treating fun.
If only I could have some adult Trick or Treating fun, she thought as she walked out of her office. But considering the hours she worked, she knew it wasn’t going to be anytime soon. There was too much to take care of to make sure this program didn’t get cut.
Jeanne stopped dead in her tracks as two men stepped forward, both dressed like Harlequins; though reverse images of each other. “Who are you?”
The harlequins said nothing and Jeanne noticed they weren’t as exact as she had. Both figures had their hair pulled back, but one’s hair seemed darker than the others. Their height was slightly different as well.
The one on the left spoke first, stepping forward. “The veils are thin this time of year, Jeanne Roarke and we’ve been sent to find you.”
The second harlequin joined his twin, removing the mask, revealing dark chocolate eyes and full kissable lips. “The queen sent us to tell you that we’re your Trick or Treat goodie basket. And we are to bring you home where you belong.”
Jeanne stepped forward, then caught herself and stepped back. “Where is it that you think I belong?”
“With the rest of the Fae, Lady of Light who has not graced our land since birth,” the first harlequin replied, removing his mask. “I am Liam, and this is my twin, Seamus. We are here to guide you home.”
