October 2024 Flash Lit 1.2 - Curled Up in a Ball

“Well, shit,” said Bib.  “That wasn’t supposed to happen.

Mallie blinked.  “Do you think they’ll notice?”

 

“Of course they’ll notice!  Even they’re not thick enough to think this is normal.”  Bib paused, used the stick to scratch that unreachable place between her shoulder blades in a thoughtful way.  “The question is whether we can make it work anyway.  Here:  you take her feet.”

 

Mallie grumbled.  “She’s heavy.”

 

“Oh, fairy-up, you flutterhead,” Bib said.  “We don’t have to carry her the whole way.  And we don’t want to have to file an unhappy ending report.”

 

Mallie shuddered.  Management had a grim view of unhappy endings.

 

Both Bib and Mallie were sweaty and nearly out of fairy dust by the time they arrived at the castle.

 

“This better work,” Bib said as she swirled the stick through the air.

 

The dancing crowd parted with an amazed sigh and the prince hurried forward, entranced.

 

There, in the center of the ballroom, lay the most beautiful girl he’d ever seen, curled up fast asleep and barefoot.

 

“Phew!” said Bib.  “Now let’s see if we can get yours to cut her finger on one of these shoes.”

 

The two fairies vanished as the prince woke the girl with a kiss.