Welcome my fellow Aponte Literary Author M.V. Freeman and her wonderfully enchanting short story-
“I gave her my heart, she gave me a pen.” Leonard slumped forward banging his head onto the dented grey metal desk before him, startling the short, squat woman with purple lipstick and pink bouffant hair sitting on the other side filling out a stack of paperwork.
“What kind of pen?” She asked in a strikingly deep voice, the kind that sent shivers up one’s spine. “The gel ones are fantastic.” She clicked hers a number of times to illustrate her point.
“I don’t know. I just put it in my pocket.” Leonard didn’t look up, but murmured into the metal surface, making his voice come out hollow. It smelled like onion rings. He hated onion rings.
“It’s not much use there.” Taking a stack of paper next to her, she slapped it next to his head. “Use it to finish your reports. The computer is down for I don’t know how long and it’s all manual.”
He rolled his spiked dark head to look at her with one blood shot eye.
“Glenda, did you not hear me, I don’t have a heart.”
“Not my problem. What IS my problem is getting these reports in on time. “ She patted the stack next to his head, her long sparkling nails glinting in the dim light. “You wanted to be a fairy godfather, no one said you had to fall in love with the girl.”
“There is no rule against it.” Leonard sat back, staring into the cavity of his chest, it gaped like an open maw, red, with thick viscous things hanging inside. “I liked my heart.”
“So did she, apparently.” Glenda licked one finger and flipped a page she’d finished scribbling on. “I told you she’d be trouble.”
“She had such beautiful blue eyes.” Leonard smiled, rubbing his stubbled jaw.
“And sharp teeth.” Glenda observed, eyeing the gnaw marks on his arm and neck. “I on the other hand managed to get a girl all gussied up, she found her prince and still there are fifty forms to fill out in triplicate…” He supposed it was supposed to be a hint. He ignored it.
“You take all the boring cases.” Leonard looked down again at his chest. He wondered if it was the plaid shirt he wore, he totally should’ve worn the black one. He really did need to consult a fashion fairy.
“They pay well.”
“And they’re predictable.”
“Really? Now who is missing a heart? Not me.” Glenda’s tone became irate.
“It was worth it…” Leonard smiled and pulled out the pen in his pocket. It was a handsome thing, silver, with her name engraved on it. “Mine is going to be a Queen…”
“So is mine. Get in line.” Glenda snapped her fingers and a cup of black coffee appeared in front of her. “That’s our job. Make dreams come true…blah blah blah.” She pulled out a drawer at the side of the desk pulling out a dozen sugar packets which she promptly ripped open and poured into her cup.
“How about our dreams? Aren’t we ever going to realize our…” It was an old argument, one they’d had many times so his vehemence was half-hearted at best.
“We’re not paid to realize our dreams. Can you imagine?” Glenda snorted. “As it is your Queen is going to cause all sorts of problems if she gets her hands on that girl, what’s her name something White….”
“Snow White. She’s boring, no ambition, only sings a lot.” Leonard picked up the stack of papers and he clicked his pen. It was refillable fountain pain, how very cool. He glanced at the smaller woman, her cupid’s mouth pursed into a moue of displeasure at his words. “Hey, you’ve even said yourself; most of them lay around waiting for the Charmings to show up. At least mine had a pair.”
“Again, she took your heart.”
“It was worth it.” Giving her his most rakish grin, he patted the opening to his chest. “Unforgettable.”
“You’ll be unforgettable if you don’t finish your report and hand it in.” Glenda groused, stirring her coffee with her pen. “There is a wooden puppet who wants to be a boy and if you keep delaying things you’ll end up on his case.” Picking up her coffee she took a small sip. “Needs more sugar.”
“Even evil needs a Fairy godparent.” Leonard told her and wandered off to find an empty desk.
Leonard shuddered. Working with a puppet? No way. He preferred the evil ones. So much more fun. His heart would grow back and he had his eye on working with the Wicked Witch of the West next.
“You are such a romantic.” Glenda called after him, “you’ve just got to stop falling in love, next time the body part that’s missing will be far more important to you…”
“So long as it’s worth it.” He called back.
Now wouldn’t that make a good story…
MV: Thank you for allowing me to be here! I had a lot of fun…
TJ: Loved having you! You’re welcomed back anytime.
Author Bio: M.V. Freeman is a writer of Urban Fantasy and Romance, with a love of strong coffee and cream for late night writing. She adores dark stories with anti-heroes and determined heroines. She’s represented by Victoria Lea, from Aponte Literary Agency. When she is not writing, she’s reading, cooking, throwing around kettle bells, or making coffee.
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