So this week didn’t get off to a great start. I had a fairly high fever, didn’t get any writing I wanted to get done, and missed two days of exercise. However, things are picking up! You might see more posts than usual in the next couple of days as I try to play catch-up with my usual prompts. I’ve also been slacking with spreading the word about #TuesFlashFicTrain but I hope to rectify that today.
Anyway, on to today’s story!
It’s been such a long time since I’ve written about Emma – The Deal is my longest-running serial and it was my first, so I’m glad to be giving the story at least a teeny bit of closure. This is probably not the last segment of the story, but it’s definitely close. It might have been, if #ThursThreads didn’t have such a short word count. Either way, I’m happy with this, so yay!
Prompt: “Probably for the best.”
For a while, the faerie queen remained silent. My patience was wearing thinner by the second. “Well? I finished the stupid quest – where is she?”
With a snap of her fingers, the queen summoned my father – still dressed in his soldier’s uniform – who escorted my mother into the clearing. This time, she was completely aware of her surroundings, running towards me and embracing me in a tight hug.
“Are you okay?” I pulled back, examining her face. She looked so tired.
“Yes, yes I’m fine.” She smiled, before looking down at the egg in my hand. Her eyes widened. “Is that…?”
“Yeah.” Remembering the task at hand, I pulled away and walked past her towards the waiting queen. Instinct prompted me to kneel, and I offered her the egg. “As promised.”
Beside her, the elephant stretched his trunk and plucked the egg from my hand. When I looked up, the queen held it like a jewel.
“Maybe I should let my soldiers breed with witches more often.” She held the egg with one hand, examining it while resting her chin in the other. “You seem to be incredibly resourceful and impressive for a half-breed.”
I chose to ignore the back-handed compliment.
“Can we go? A deal’s a deal.”
“I suppose. It’s probably for the best, anyway – I don’t think I want to deal with your back-talk.” She looked bored, but there was a glint of something else in her eyes. “I’ll be in touch, little changeling.”
A bit of news on where I might take this: I’m thinking of, rather than re-writing the serial into a novel, trying to write a longer piece that picks up where the serial leaves off. I don’t want to make it dependent on the serial, though, so we’ll see how I can work it out. Anyway, exciting projects abound!
Let me know what you think of the story – feedback is always welcome!
Friendly reminder: #TuesFlashFicTrain is gearing up for a new story! Check out the new prompt and give it a shot 🙂
Update: I won with this one! Woo!
As always, think happy thoughts!