The Sweetest Of Them All
A Leekah Story
Breath to kill flocks of fairies.
Leekah gagged, then slowly rose level with Percival’s enormous brown eye. No need to trigger his reflexes…not that he could touch her. But, once in beast mode they took forever to relax.
Buffeted by gale-force winds, she grabbed a flying moccasin and righted herself. When Nihun had read off crew duties, lion teeth cleaning sounded interesting…until the pilot fish – shark thingie.
Late Night Sweets
Leekah nudged Anibui until she landed on the ledge just like any Navy pilot. She was hungry.
When the widow opened, the AC nearly blew her off. “May I serve you?”
“Night off. Never told me about fairy traffic.”
She fluffed her hair. He was cute. “Really.”
“I thought he was crazy. Ready to order little lady?”
That joke again. “I wanted a French Fry, but I’m watching my weight.”
“You look great.”
She pirouetted slowly. “Green makes me look fat.”
“Nah, You’re hot.”
“How sweet.” Was he up-selling her? Maybe not. “A Fry then, only small.”
Always Winter, Never Christmas
Leekah muttered. Another chorus of We Are Santa’s Elves broke out. Hefting her hammer, she pondered Santa’s window. How many taps?
Icy air would freeze those stupid elves in mid-song.
She gazed at Santa’s garden. His grapes had succumbed. Summer’s gentle breezes, warm sun, and endless frolics were frozen forever. Everything she loved had ended.
Elf Gloria nudged her. “It won’t last. What if we only had winter?”
“We have hope,” Gloria said. “Promises of new beginnings.”
“Christmas?” Leekah said. She smiled. “I should visit the Old Woman.” She nudged Gloria back. “We could hang her ornaments.
One Taken, One Returned, One Remains
Saying it doesn’t make it—”
“C’mon Rachael, we’ve been over—”
Pablo never listened, always doing it his way. She turned away, hiding her tears. The padlock scraped shut for the last time. His hands were on her shoulders.
“It’ll be alright sis.”
“But, it was—” She turned and buried her face in his chest. “—all he had.”
Giggles, Sniggles and Arugula Salad
“Of course people are looking,” Janet glared at Gregor
“But..it’s so public.”
“Really?” Janet stroked Taffy. Her golden eyes were so cute. “Three miles from our chimney flue? Nothing closer?”
“How did I know Enchanted Lane wasn’t Enchanted Drive?”
Snow twitched and snored.
Snow whimpered, tormented in his sleep.
Rachael bit her lip, praying Snow would wait until Michael returned to school.