Merry Christmas, one and all

[peck72]

Since I doubt that I'll get to post tomorrow, let me wish you all a
 very merry Christmas and a wonderful New Year!

I hope that you all get what you wish for and that next year is the best you've ever known.

And before I go,  a present that hadn't thought I'd be able to deliver on time due to lack of inspirations. but here it is,fresh off the word processor, trixie_chick's story present!

The broad Ventura Freeway snaked away ahead of them, following the line of the coast as it wended its way northwards. The car was pushing 90 now, not bad for the old jalopy that it was, but it still wasn’t fast enough for the driver. It wasn’t really a matter of where they were going to but more a case of away from. They’re last job in LA hadn’t gone to plan. Really hadn’t gone to plan at all.           
    The driver was muttering under his breath “She’s going to kill me, She’s going to kill me”, while his passenger was just watching with him with a certain amount of amusement.
             “Look Puck, it’s not as if you could have done much about it, really. Is it.”
             “You know. That’s not the point. Arial, She gave me a job to do and I failed, and very soon everyone is going to see the results. It’s going to make LA look like ‘Frisco’s friendlier twin and then She’s going to know and then . . . oh no.”
             Pucks mouth stopped mid sentence and his face, already pale, went even whiter.
            “What, is She coming already?”
            “Worse.”
            “She’s already here?” Ariel’s grin got wider and she twisted to look out of the rear window to see if there was a fairy chariot flying above the highway behind them.
            “No,” said Puck in a reedy, little voice, “once Titania knows that the love potion went into the water supply, then my Lord Oberon will find out too. And then He’s going to kill me. He’ll know what was going to happen to the potion and then He’ll kill me.”
               “I doubt they’ll both kill you. Just which ever one catches you first.”
                Puck just groaned at the thought.
               “What was all that potion for anyway, I thought just a couple of drops was good enough for humans. If Titania just wanted to get her leg over again, why make 600 barrels of the stuff?”
               “My Lady did not want to ‘get her leg over’! It was to be revenge for that trick Oberon played a few hundred years back. You know, ‘Methinks I am enamoured of an ass’, that one.”
               Arial had been in servitude on an island at the time but even so, news like that spreads fast. She and Caliban had laughed for a week.
               “Well, She reckoned it was time for payback. Next full moon, my Lord retires to his lodge with his elves from the Wild Hunt for a week of hunting, drinking and all the usual male macho crap. I was supposed to spike the ale. He’d never be able to live it down, the Wild Hunt getting  . . . really wild.”
               Arial’s mind got very distracted by the thought of a large group of lithe, muscular, sweaty Elves getting  . . .really Wild. She was quite disappointed that she’d sabotaged the job now, if that was going to have been the result. No wonder Oberon had paid her so well to get close to Puck and keep him ‘out of mischief’.
             With a very definite act of will, she brought her attention back to the inside of the car and to Puck bemoaning the brevity of his future existence.
             “Well, at least I still have you Arial. You and me getting together has been the only good thing to come out of this sorry mess.”                   “Sorry to break your silver lining there Puck,” said Arial as she began to turn back into the insubstantial air and vapour that she normally was, “but I’m afraid you’re on your own now.”
             When Puck looked round in confusion, all that remained of Arial was a sparkling wisp of wind and the scent of a fresh sea breeze.
             Before he could even open his mouth to say anything, Puck heard the sound of hunting horns in the distance behind him. Looking in the rear view mirror, he saw shades of horses moving up the freeway towards him, each carrying an elf of the Wild Hunt and at their head was an enormous bull stag.
             Puck swallowed and accelerated, knowing it really wouldn’t help in the long run.
             “If we shadows have offended, think but this, and all is mended,” he began.

Hope you enjoy it Trixie ;)

Comments

Re: A story a month

[graceunplugged.livejournal.com]

As the clock struck twelve ....

If you think it's a naff line at least it should inspire you to come up with a better one!

Re: A story a month

[peck25.livejournal.com]

Not quite sure where I can go with the line but then it's the fun of finding out that intregues me. As to managing a story a month, we'll have to see.