a last job

[asakiyume]

I was retired, but when the Queen of Faery comes with a request, you listen.

"I have a little job I need you to do. It requires cold iron--and lead. I'll pay you well."

Now I didn't want to get wrapped up in that line of work again, but she's a hard creature to say no to, so I agreed. My only stipulation: payment in cash, up front.

"But of course," she smiled.

And left me two gold coins, a king's ransom in today's world.

Comments

[missroserose]

🧚💕

[mallorys_camera]

Nice!!! ❤️

(Though, of course, I want the microfiction to be a longer fiction, so I'm now fretting over, What's the job? 😀

[sovay]

And left me two gold coins, a king's ransom in today's world.

Looks worth the pay to me.

[summersgate]

Sweet :-)

[sartorias]

And shall you ransom a king? If so, king of what?

[ellenmillion]

<3 <3 <3 <3

[minoanmiss]

makes happy squeaky noises

[amaebi]

"I shoulda remember: you don't leave fairy pay out overnight. *sigh*"

[anna_wing]

Brilliant!

[smokingboot]

Well you see, had you not sat in the chair you'd not have got her request. She knows you are of the right kind and there's more to come ❤️

[light_of_summer]

This story makes me shiver with apprehension—it brings up mental associations with The Master and Margarita and Tam Lin and the custom of two coins for the ferryman...

(Well done!)