Okay, this week's Friday Fictioneers photo prompt triggered a memory, so here is a true story instead of a fictional one.
Wednesday, 22 July 2020
The shenanigans continue in the world of the Little People.
Wednesday, 15 July 2020
A different sort of magic continues this week...
|PHOTO PROMPT © Jean L. Hays|
Batty Patty had a problem.
Via the modern magic of the internet she was in contact with other 'believers' the world over.
Her popularity stemmed from the fact that she lived in Ireland and could reassure folk of her sincerity and knowledge of the Little People and their wonderful remedies.
Sure, who wouldn't believe an Irish lass?
But now these folk wanted the magic remedies for themselves, and whilst Patty was only too willing to share, she wasn't quite sure how to.
And then one day, via the modern magic of the internet, she learnt about online shopping.
Wednesday, 8 July 2020
Some say they're all around us. But are they?
|PHOTO PROMPT @ A. Noni Mouse|
The Truth About Faeries
Randolph stepped through the door calling out, 'I'm home.'
He closed his eyes as a fresh wave of grief hit him. He had forgotten again. Randolph sighed, went into the kitchen and faltered.
The mountain of dirty dishes was washed and stacked.
Randolph frowned. He had not cleaned his kitchen for weeks, yet it was sparkling.
He recalled his argument with Batty Patty about faeries. Patty insisted they didn't only cause mischief but were responsible for good deeds when someone was in need.
Randolph said she was talking nonsense.
''You'd be surprised,' said Batty Patty.
Randolph was indeed surprised.
Wednesday, 1 July 2020
I've been having computer problems, so writing and posting this quickly in case the beast fails me again.
|PHOTO PROMPT © Na’ama Yehudah|
Seamus gripped Paddy's Pot of Gold and wandered through the park, searching.
The little fella found tricking these humans more fun than his usual haunts around the Ring of Kerry where they were always suspicious of Leprechaun mischief. But no New Yorker would suspect they had tripped over one of the little people. Brutal!
But he needed to concentrate on his project.
His last prank, disguising Paddy's Pot as a chimney, was brilliant. But how to surpass it?
When he saw the ramparts of Belvedere Castle he knew he had found his spot.
'I've outwitted Paddy the Eejit, this time,' he chuckled.
Wednesday, 17 June 2020
Hello, my Leprechaun hero, Paddy, is back. Enjoy.
Sinead woke shivering and snuggled under the covers.
A curious noise at the window forced her to take a peep.
To Sinead's astonishment a little pair of legs was disappearing up a ladder.
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When Paddy the Leprechaun spotted his stolen Pot of Gold he had to admire Seamus's mischievous ingenuity. Seamus had disguised the Pot as a second chimney.
Paddy glanced into the child's bedroom as he passed her window. Asleep. Good.
On his descent, the child was standing at the window. She smiled and waved.
Oops! Invisibility rule broken. Paddy shrugged and waved back. Her parents would never believe her anyway.
Wednesday, 27 May 2020
The Leprechauns are back!
|PHOTO PROMPT © David Stewart|
Paddy clutched his recently retrieved Pot of Gold that Seamus had hidden at the top of the Eiffel Tower and looked around in frustration.
The mischievous reciprocal thieving between Paddy and Seamus had gone too far and Paddy was adrift on mainland Europe.
He crouched by a fountain, invisible to passers by, because that is the nature of Leprechauns.
The city was beautiful to be sure, but he needed to conjure a rainbow to lead him home.
He closed his eyes and concentrated.
Not many people knew that every time it rained on a sunny day, Leprechauns were the culprits.