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The Rest of the Story

by on January 17, 2013

Chartreuse tentatively raised her shimmery hand and knocked on the door. “Yes, come in,” came Grey’s cultured voice. Chartreus edged the door open and nervously fluttered through. She didn’t look forward to this at all. She hated to bother anyone, least of all the commander of the Fairy Godmother Corps, but she didn’t know what to do. She desperately hoped Grey would understand.

Grey was sitting behind her usual desk, going over a stack of reports and making neat red marks on them with a sharpened pen. “Trouble?” she asked without really looking up.

“Well,” Chartreuse began, wringing her hands, “it’s the princess, you see, she so wants to go to the ball and her stepmother won’t let her. I was going to dispatch help like usual, but then I checked the duty roster.”

“And?”

“And….it’s Yellow.”

“So?” Grey said, looking up for the first time, and Chartreuse quailed before her steely gaze. “As I recall Yellow missed her last two duty shifts. She’s getting idle. Can’t have that. Doesn’t do well for the morale of the Corps. Where would princesses be if their fairy godmothers slacked off whenever they felt like it?”

“But,” Chartreuse said, her wings fluttering in distress, “but Yellow…she’s not…not….”

“Don’t tell me she got into the blueberry cordial again.”

“She did,” Chartreuse said miserably. “Five whole tumblers. And now she says she’s got a splitting headache and she won’t leave her room and I don’t know what to do!”

Grey considered for a moment. “All right,” she said resignedly. “We can’t send Yellow out in that state. Go see if Blue’s available. She’s more experienced anyway. And do let her know that the Timing Committee moved the spell deadline back to midnight from eleven, so the princess will have a whole extra hour.”

Chartreuse saluted in great relief and flew out the door. Grey went back to her paperwork, but not before making a note to herself. The Yellow Fairy would need a good talking to, and soon.

This story was written for Trifecta’s weekly challenge, which was to use the word “idle”: shiftless, lazy, having no evident lawful means of support. I do hope you enjoyed it. 🙂

 

 

 

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10 Comments
  1. You do kind of have to wonder what all the fairy godmothers did in their spare time, don’t you?

  2. a story about alcoholic fairies? that’s pretty sweet, to be honest! haha cool piece!

    • It’s mostly just the Yellow Fairy; I’m sure the Blue Fairy Godmother or the Orange Fairy Godmother are fine upstanding people. That darn Yellow, though…

  3. Like all the color names – fun read!

    • I thought of introducing the Puce Fairy, but I’m still a little fuzzy on what puce is…lol.

  4. Draug419 permalink

    heh, this is cute :3

  5. Good take on a classic story. Well done!

  6. What a lovely take on the prompt-love the way you re-wove a part of the famous fairy tale & gave it a unique spin:-)

  7. Oh how to keep those fairy minions in line!

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