rearview and the nearby hills for uninvited guests. Brook said to
meet her at a local castle that they turned into a museum. Tourists love that
kind of crap. When she came upon the picturesque place, the drive was gravel
and she stopped briefly to pay the five pound entrance fee. There was also a
map of the place she retrieved from the glove compartment. The plan was to meet
Brook, alone and inside the gardens that stretched nearly half a mile to the
outlying woods. First, she’d scout out the area and then her cousin had some
explaining to do.
The gardens were slowly growing back.
Little green buds sprouted from the ground and the trees in that forest were
beginning to bloom on bare branches. If winter continued to bow to spring this
place would look like flower heaven in a matter of weeks.
There was another couple out there, taking
pictures with their shiny camera. Morrigan proceeded to the rendezvous spot. Three
thick willow trees blocked a bench and there sat the only woman she’d ever
loved, the closest thing to a sister, her partner in crime, her Brook. She
waited in a pair of blue jeans with a floral printed shirt that showed off more
cleavage than Morrigan ever wanted to see. The book in her hands took her
primary focus. She looked happy, not crazy. “Brook?” her head jerked up, and
she instantly smiled.
It took a few steps but soon their arms
tangled around each other for a tight hug. “I missed you!” she said before they
pulled away.
“What’s going on? Are you safe?” Morrigan
whispered should anyone be listening.
Brook only smiled. “I am not in trouble
and not crazy, if that’s what you’re thinking.”
She frowned, and then glanced around them.
That camera wielding couple were climbing up the steps to return to the castle.
“Sit down. I have a story to tell you.”
Morrigan sighed but sat on that secluded
bench beside her cousin. Brook weaved an unbelievable tale with words. It was an
impossible story with fairies, trolls and a hidden kingdom. She listened in
silence, afraid to interrupt and show her emotions. Brook had lost her marbles;
not just one but the whole damn bagful.When she
finished the fantasy tale a smile still lingered on her face. “Please Brook,
I’ll stay right by your side for whatever you need but you do need help. I’ll
quit my job and live with you. We can get you better.”
Brook rolled her eyes at the heartfelt
plea. “I am not fucking crazy.”
“Well, you sound fucking crazy!” A loud
whoosh sounded from above and Morrigan’s hand went to the gun at her hip as she
glanced upward. Instinct guided her. She jumped in front of Brook and aimed at
the thing in the sky. It landed before them, looking like a man with giant blue
green wings protruding from its back. Did Brook have something contagious?
“Don’t fucking shoot him!” she yelled,
and tried to step toward this man-like thing.
Morrigan gripped her wrist hard,
preventing Brook from moving, and kept her weapon aimed.
“This is my...well, my husband, King of
the fairies.” Brook grinned as the supposed king of a made-up species bowed his
head.
“Bullshit.” This was a sick, fucking joke
or a contagious hallucinogen. Brook tugged her arm but she refused to loosen
her grip.
“Fairies are real.” He spoke, his black
hair rustled by the breeze. “Very few humans can see us.”
“...and I’m a fairy fucking princess.”
Morrigan muttered. “Brook, out of thousands of guys in all of fucking Ireland,
you pick this one! Listen there’s a cell in my front pocket. Dial the police.”
“Morrigan!” she tugged again. “I told him
you’d understand, not threaten his life.”
“Something is wrong here.. Don’t you see
that?” Her voice hitched, calm was slipping as she inspected it or was it a him
now?She didn’t care if it had a dick or a stump,
she was not lowering her gun. He was wearing a loincloth for crying out loud.
“He’s flesh and blood, just like us.” She
tugged once more and
meet her at a local castle that they turned into a museum. Tourists love that
kind of crap. When she came upon the picturesque place, the drive was gravel
and she stopped briefly to pay the five pound entrance fee. There was also a
map of the place she retrieved from the glove compartment. The plan was to meet
Brook, alone and inside the gardens that stretched nearly half a mile to the
outlying woods. First, she’d scout out the area and then her cousin had some
explaining to do.
The gardens were slowly growing back.
Little green buds sprouted from the ground and the trees in that forest were
beginning to bloom on bare branches. If winter continued to bow to spring this
place would look like flower heaven in a matter of weeks.
There was another couple out there, taking
pictures with their shiny camera. Morrigan proceeded to the rendezvous spot. Three
thick willow trees blocked a bench and there sat the only woman she’d ever
loved, the closest thing to a sister, her partner in crime, her Brook. She
waited in a pair of blue jeans with a floral printed shirt that showed off more
cleavage than Morrigan ever wanted to see. The book in her hands took her
primary focus. She looked happy, not crazy. “Brook?” her head jerked up, and
she instantly smiled.
It took a few steps but soon their arms
tangled around each other for a tight hug. “I missed you!” she said before they
pulled away.
“What’s going on? Are you safe?” Morrigan
whispered should anyone be listening.
Brook only smiled. “I am not in trouble
and not crazy, if that’s what you’re thinking.”
She frowned, and then glanced around them.
That camera wielding couple were climbing up the steps to return to the castle.
“Sit down. I have a story to tell you.”
Morrigan sighed but sat on that secluded
bench beside her cousin. Brook weaved an unbelievable tale with words. It was an
impossible story with fairies, trolls and a hidden kingdom. She listened in
silence, afraid to interrupt and show her emotions. Brook had lost her marbles;
not just one but the whole damn bagful.When she
finished the fantasy tale a smile still lingered on her face. “Please Brook,
I’ll stay right by your side for whatever you need but you do need help. I’ll
quit my job and live with you. We can get you better.”
Brook rolled her eyes at the heartfelt
plea. “I am not fucking crazy.”
“Well, you sound fucking crazy!” A loud
whoosh sounded from above and Morrigan’s hand went to the gun at her hip as she
glanced upward. Instinct guided her. She jumped in front of Brook and aimed at
the thing in the sky. It landed before them, looking like a man with giant blue
green wings protruding from its back. Did Brook have something contagious?
“Don’t fucking shoot him!” she yelled,
and tried to step toward this man-like thing.
Morrigan gripped her wrist hard,
preventing Brook from moving, and kept her weapon aimed.
“This is my...well, my husband, King of
the fairies.” Brook grinned as the supposed king of a made-up species bowed his
head.
“Bullshit.” This was a sick, fucking joke
or a contagious hallucinogen. Brook tugged her arm but she refused to loosen
her grip.
“Fairies are real.” He spoke, his black
hair rustled by the breeze. “Very few humans can see us.”
“...and I’m a fairy fucking princess.”
Morrigan muttered. “Brook, out of thousands of guys in all of fucking Ireland,
you pick this one! Listen there’s a cell in my front pocket. Dial the police.”
“Morrigan!” she tugged again. “I told him
you’d understand, not threaten his life.”
“Something is wrong here.. Don’t you see
that?” Her voice hitched, calm was slipping as she inspected it or was it a him
now?She didn’t care if it had a dick or a stump,
she was not lowering her gun. He was wearing a loincloth for crying out loud.
“He’s flesh and blood, just like us.” She
tugged once more and
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