Friday, June 29

Friday Flash Fiction

Every Monday Dottie over at Tink's Place posts a picture and on Friday we share a story to go along with the picture. The story has to be about 350 or so words.

Happy Friday everyone! How is everyone doing? The heat is killing me! I only got 2 hours of sleep last night. Ugh! Hopefully tonight I'll get a good night of sleep. Today wasn't as hot, but I fear that once the sun sets the heat will remain. Mmmm.

Anyways, this week's story was a random thought while I was working. Luckily I didn't forget about it! For some reason I think this might be my favorite story out of my 'The Man in Her Dreams' series. I really like the Faery, even though she's a baddie and likes to curse random people. Without further ado, here is the 4th installment.  Here is the first part and the second part of the story and the third part :

The Man in Her Dreams part 4 - A Double Curse
by: Carole Rae

"What the HELL is going on here?” Demanded Hanna again. Adair looked away, ashamed. The Faery had sent that necklace as a joke. The faery was a heartless wench and loved to tortured him. The Faery had sent him that necklace with a note saying 'Here's a piece of paradise.' Would Hanna even believe him if he told her the truth? She would probably run away screaming, but he had to take the chance.

“I'll tell you everything, Hanna. Just...just try to keep an open mind.” Adair kneeled down beside Hanna, but he avoided her emerald eyes as if she was Medusa herself. With a deep breath he told her everything. He told her about who he was, who the Faery was, and about the curse. To his surprise Hanna didn't interrupt or mutter a sound of disbelief.

Once his tale was done, he took a gamble to look in her eyes. He was surprised to see contemplation and not horror. Moments passed as they stared at each other, the silence was eating away at Adair's soul. Say something for the love of God.

Finally, “Oh...well...I'm not sure what to say right now.” Hanna looked down at her hands.

“I know its a lot to take in and actually believe it. But its all true. This room and all these things are proof enough. The thunderstorm that sent you here also proves my tale! For some odd reason she added you to my curse.”

“Adair,”He sucked in his breath, “I believe you...but its a lot to take in. I-I just need to go to sleep and allow my poor mind to absorb and make sense of all of this.” She heaved herself off, “I'm sorry I yelled at you...good night.”

He wished her sweet dreams and she left him alone in this room of Faery jokes. All these portraits of himself mocked him. All these odd knick-knaks and small gifts was a sick, sick jest at his immortality. Why? With a moan of self-pity, Adair stood up and went back to his room to try and catch some sleep too.

As he made his way down the hall, he took a momentary stop by Hanna's room. Silence. He wondered what she was doing. Was she already asleep? Was she looking out the window, lost in contemplation? Was she thinking of him? Adair sighed and continued on his way to his own room of misery and self-pity.

Kicking upon the door, he flopped on his bed and buried his head in his pillow. Damn that fucking Faery. Without warning he passed out. Oh no. He opened his eyes to discover the Faery brought him to the forest. Why couldn't she just leave him alone? Adair wasn't surprised when the Faery appeared out of nowhere and wrapped her arms around his neck. She was just as beautiful as the day he met her with her long brown hair and sparklingly silver eyes. However, hatred filled his heart instead of lust. The Faery smiled, “Oh Adair...I feel your hatred towards me, but I have good news to give you my beloved.”

He grunted, “Your good news is never my good news.”

With a laugh, the Faery touched his cheek, “Your curse may be broken.”

Adair's heart stopped, “What?”

“Your curse may be broken, Adair. Would you like to know how?” She playfully tugged on his hair.

“Tell me!” He grabbed her by her arms and gave her a quick shake.

“Hanna,” She smiled, “can help you. However, you need to win her heart. Once her heart is yours and you take true loves kiss then this curse will shatter and turn to dust. But...if you go on this quest to win her heart and you fail to gain her love you will curse her forever.”
Adair glared and asked, “What do you mean?”

Without prompting or any words, the Faery lead Adair to a tree that looked like a woman. The woman-tree seemed to be caught in mid-scream and in mid-run.

“If you fail, Adair, this will be her fate. She will be a tree in the middle of my rose garden.”



roll call the book said...

That makes me want to read more!

Blodeuedd said...

<now that is just cruel! I hope he does not try, and at the same time I hope he does

Carole Rae said...

Roll call the book, I hope you do and I want to write more!

B, it is...that faery is a bitch. lol. I'm not sure what I would do if I was Adair.