The latest Friday Fiction #39 asked for a 300 word story, based upon the following very, very surreal image:
Image Source: Unicornio, by Salvador Nunez, shared as part of the Peru Arte Valor effort
Here is my story, but do check out the original location to read other entries:
“Dis ain’t no fairytale”
by Dr. Mike Reddy (@doctormikereddy)
Tom Rimmer’s the name. Fey Investigation is the game. Well, that’s what it says on the plaque next to the novelty snail door knocker. I pride myself on an open office policy, but the wallpaper was a problem; not going to take an emperor’s recommendation for interior decorator again, I can tell you.
Anyway, I hadn’t had a case in days – months in human time – when outside, I heard a ring tone playing “Titanium” except the last ‘m’ had been removed, which meant only one thing: another royal client job. I hated those; it was how I got into this business.
Snail knocked. Door spoke, “it is Her Royal Highness, Queen Ti…”
“Tell me something I DIDN’T know,” I said grumpily.
“She’s not packing a wand…”
That did surprise me. I motioned Door to admit her. “How’s it hanging Queen T?” I asked provocatively, “Business? Or Pleasure?”
She glided into the room with that look she has. “Maybe both, Thomas. It depends on if you’ve got the rhyme…”
“You mean ‘time’, Titty. How come you never got colloquial English?” I could tell the ‘Titty’ gag had hit home, but it didn’t do too well provoking the Others too much. “Anyway, I’ve got plenty of time, thanks to you. I’m yours.”
“We’ll, it gladdens me to know the Rhymer knows his place. I’ve a little case for you.”
“I’m all ears,” I said, “Oh no, that was Bottom. Sorry about that.” I couldn’t help myself. With or without Human dignity, Titania was a tough cookie.
“You want, maybe, that hat to be permanent?” she asked diplomatically, “Or do you want the work?”
“Oh, I’ll take the job. What is it? Another missing pixie?”
She shook her head. “No Tom, this time it’s simpler,” she lied unconvincing. I could tell.