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| Fairy Nuff There was an arrow pointing up a side road and “Snot Fair” was written upon it in hastily-painted black lettering. It did not seem particularly official and the narrow road indicated was not very promising either. I can’t imagine anything more tempting to my curiosity. I swung the wheel over and took the side road. This led me over a nearby ridge, through a stand of trees, to emerge into an open area where tents of various sizes had been set up. A field to my left was identified by another sign announcing, “Parkya Karkas”. Obediently, I turned in and parked near the entrance. A brief walk brought me to a large box at the side of the road. A man sat inside. “Is this the Snot Fair?” I asked. “That’s right,” he answered. “Snot County Fayre is the Renaissance version, every Thursday between 9:00am and 4:30pm.” It was Tuesday. “Is the Fair open?” I asked. “Certainly is,” he replied. “Can I go in?” “Ticket, please.” He held out a hand expectantly. “I don’t have one.” “In that case, I’ll have to sell you one.” He turned and consulted a notice board attached to the wall of the box. “Unaccompanied adult?” he asked. I looked around but could see no one else. “Unaccompanied,” I admitted. “That’ll be five dollars then.” He reached under the counter and produced a blue ticket. We swapped money and ticket. I waited until he had put the money into a metal box and then asked, “How much would it be if I was accompanied?” “One dollar less for each accompanying child,” he rattled off, without consulting the notice board. “So how much would it be if I had five children with me?” The man gave me a look as though dealing with an idiot. “Nothing, of course. You’re hardly likely to get into trouble with that many kids watching you.” “What if I turned up with six?” He sighed. “I’d give you a ticket and a dollar. Are you going to let me get on with my work or do you want to ask questions all day?” I apologised and walked on past the box. The first tent I came to was small, striped in faded colours with yet another sign outside. “Fairy Nuff,” it announced. “Ask a Question, Get an Answer.” Never having met a fairy before, I lifted the flap and entered the dark interior. She was sitting behind a small table in front of me. My eyes were still adjusting to the lack of light but I could see that she was well past middle-age with overdone make-up failing to hide the years. Her dark hair was clearly a wig and her attire was more in the line of fortune teller than fairy. She gestured at the chair on my side of the table. I sat down. “How much is it?” I asked. “Probably free,” she answered. “The more questions you ask, the less you pay. If I were you, I’d ask as many as you can think of.” “Doesn’t seem a good business model.” “There are reasons. So what’s your first question?” At that moment I noticed the pair of transparent wings hanging on a strut of the tent behind her. They were hardly gossamer and had been mended in places with duck tape but they were fairy wings of a sort. I looked in her dark-ringed eyes. “Are you really a fairy?” “Yes,” she replied. “Do you have a problem with that?” I smiled. “I thought I was supposed to ask the questions.” She smiled back and, for a moment, I thought her dark eyes flashed bright green. “I’m allowed. Fairies are allowed anything.” “Okay,” I responded, “since you asked, I do have a minor problem. You seem a bit older than I thought a fairy would be. How old are you?” “Nineteen,” she replied. I smiled again. “Now that’s hard to believe. I’d have guessed - don’t want to insult you - but somewhere between forty-five and sixty. I know I’m probably way off.” She laughed. “I didn’t say years.” “What? You mean nineteen… What?” “Hours, my dear, not years.” There was a brief silence as I tried to understand. “You mean… You’re saying you’re nineteen hours old?” “Exactly.” She took pity on me then and explained. “Fairies are like mayflies - we only live for twenty-four hours.” My jaw had fallen open and she reached across the table and closed it for me with a long-taloned finger. “You look silly like that.” “But that means you’ve only got a few hours to live.” “Five actually. But time flows differently for us. It seems a full life to us, just as I’m sure you’re reasonably happy with yours.” I was still finding it difficult to understand a lifespan as brief as hers. “What’s going to happen when you… Pass on?” I asked. “Who will run this tent?” “Oh, Monsieur Garibaldi will just have to catch another one tonight,” she answered. “I’m told he’s becoming quite good at it with all the practice he gets.” “But that’s terrible. A fairy captured every night and made to work in this tent.” “Oh, we don’t mind. You can’t keep a fairy where she doesn’t want to be.” I shook my head at the weird revelations I was having to cope with. Strangest of all was that I believed what she said. Was I under some sort of spell? Normally my scepticism runs pretty high. She interrupted my thoughts. “And that’s all the questions you’re allowed. Time to move on. Don’t worry about payment; this one’s free.” I staggered to my feet. “I don’t know what to say.” She waved me away with a gesture of her hand. “All part of the service. Enjoy the fair.” I turned to go, still somewhat shocked, but not wanting to leave things like that. “Thank you anyway,” I said lamely. “Bye” “Fair enough,” I mumbled as I moved toward the tent flap. “That’s my name.” House Martel Word count: 1,000 For "Game of Thrones"  The North Remembers, New Orleans Prompt 5, Westeros, Tedious Tasks 59Prompt: New Orleans 5 - Set your story in an oracle or a fortune teller’s parlor. Tedious Tasks 59 - Write a mixed-genre story with a min. 1000 words. Points: 4,000 |
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