Monologue from an Alley

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Of course she was a fairy! You think I’d be like this if she was some little girl with a wand? No freaking way. And before you ask, yeah the wand had a star. I ain’t new to this.

Oh what, man!? That was not my fault! When a little girl pops out and all you can see is immortal madness in her eyes, what do you do? When she pulls a wand out of her belt and gives it that little flip — you know how they do — and it makes that chime that sounds like someone hit the whole Earth with a mallet, except nothing moves? Feels like a shotgun cocking behind your right ear, except that crazy-smile fairy and her wand won’t kill you all at once.

So, yeah. I gave her every single diamond. Damn right I did. She gasped when I poured them into the little pouch she made of her dress and said “Pretty”.

Oh, God. Her voice. Thin and high, like the wind before a blizzard. And those ice-blue eyes. I thought my heart was going to explode and I’m not sure whether I was in love or terrified. Probably both. I stepped back — must have because she gave me a curtsey from five feet away. I blinked and she was gone.

So you go tell Icepick Mick whatever you want. His diamonds are gone. He can be mad as he wants. It won’t get his treasure back from the Frozen Queen. Believe that.

I can’t say this is the finest thing I’ve ever written, but it’s fun and (most importantly) it’s finished! A finished story, most times, is way better than a great story unwritten.

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