Our 2018 - Week 23Winner is ...
We had a great collection of stories this week, reading them was a delight!
This week's were intriguing, thought provoking and delightful.
Mark Morris - Always... no never make a deal with the little-folk. While they are true to their word- the interpretation of those words-- is up to them. Words of wisdom.
Audrey Hughey - Your tale gives an interesting twist to the tales of the old gods and the importance of sacrifice... and respect
Mil Ana - Your story has an otherworldly feel to it, that gives it a timeless feel.
Kyriakos Chalkopoulos - I love the concept of a statue that travels on its own schedule. I would love to see that in a longer story.
Becky Muth - Your story allows the heroine to escape into her book... literally.
Mark Morris - One of the hardest things about writing a little people/fey/sidhe character is thinking like a rules lawyer and coming up with their interpretation of what is agreed upon (and the fact that they will always win unless you pin them down)
Mark A Morris ·
“I wish…I wish…I wish...” Jayne glared across at the clock, wishing it was still earlier. She’d been enjoying her novel and the last hour had disappeared.
The demon appeared between her legs with a soft plop, his back as warm as a summer brick and with his shoulders reaching up to no higher than her knees. He looked both attentive and intelligent and he’d been accompanied by a strong scent of soured coffee when he’d arrived.
She closed her book onto her finger, reserving her place. She’d never been a classical scholar, but she’d seen many of the screen adaptations of the legends. Little folk were always tricksy, she remembered, even more so if they had horns. And this demon qualified on both counts. He also had the look of her Uncle Albert about him.
Her uncle had run away to Andalusia and neither her aunt or anyone else in the family had ever heard from him again. There’d been a woman involved, her mother had said, whispering it behind her hand to cousin Eleanor that one time she’d been hosting the bridge-club game at their home. Jayne had been bringing in a tray of iced raspberry teas for the women and their conversation had ceased as soon as they’d heard her approach. Her mother had never mentioned it again, at least not within her hearing.
“You look a sweet girl. A child almost.” The demon settled himself against her legs, sliding his heat down her shins until his feet stuck out at right-angles, his face broadened by a smile. “I can help you out with anything. Most anything at all,” he continued, his cheekbones fine white lines that she suddenly wanted to trace. “It needn’t be a big wish – I can do smaller, more subtle ones, if you’re afraid. Of course, you’re a big girl - virtually full grown. You’ll easily be able to outwit a minor demon like me.”
Jayne nodded in reply, already liking this creature. He was like a little goat but with more charm. And what would be the harm of him trying to help? Even if he failed she’d lose nothing.
“Okay,” she said, thinking of her book. “I’d like to never be disturbed ever again. And to have all the time in the world to read. That’s what I wish.”
The demon grinned, clicking his fingers. “I can promise you’ll have that.”
Thank you all once again and stay tuned tomorrow for our next installment of ATA Flash -