Thank you for waiting so politely in my absence. You didn’t complain or pitch a fit or anything, and I appreciate that ever so much. Especially given how much you must have missed me. It was agony, I’m sure, but you managed it quite nicely.
This week, I’m venturing back to The Prediction for our prompt:
100 words maximum, excluding the title, of flash fiction or poetry using all of the three words above (‘necessary’, ‘pucker’, and ‘willow’) in the genres of horror, fantasy or science fiction.
I hope you enjoy it.
the price is the price
“Necessary?” he asked. “Is anything really necessary? That willow by the lake, for example. Seems a bit much to me, but there it is.”
I sighed. Fairies are exhausting.
“That’s not what I mean,” I explained. “Is there another way to cover the cost?”
His eyes widened with understanding. “Oh. I see. Too expensive for you?”
“In a manner of speaking,” I said.
“Sorry, lass. The price is the price. Pay it or chew cabbage.”
What could I do? No substitute would work for the spell.
I closed my eyes and puckered. His lips were cool like the autumn breeze.