Evil Fairy Princess #TaleWeaver

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Georgia pulled the car into a parking space as close to the supermarket as she could get. She turned off the engine and glanced at her children in the back seat. Two year old Ellis had fallen asleep and five year old Lottie was looking unhappily out of the window.

The weather was abysmal. Heavy rain and gale force winds were drenching and battering everything. Leaves and litter were being swept up into mini tornadoes and becoming stuck to everything as the rain glued them down. The sky above was dark and more like evening time then late morning.

Getting out, Georgia moved quickly. She helped Lottie out then picked up Ellis, hugging him to her side. Taking her daughter’s hand, they walked towards the large, brightly light shop. The weather seemed to victimise them; the wind howled around like a hungry wild animal and the rain pelted down.

They reached the sheltered entrance. Georgia, feeling like she had just waded through a monsoon, collected a shopping trolley and placed Ellis into the baby seat. She then reached to take Lottie’s hand again.

Marching onwards, they joined the queue to get in and pushed through the automatic sliding doors which had broken under the pressure of people moving passed. Warm air buffed them but it was hardly enough to take the chill off, let alone dry them.

Stepping inside, Georgia sighed deeply as she looked around, regretting her decision to come out. It seemed everyone else had gotten the same idea too.

The supermarket was chaotic. The noise of all the voices like a stormy sea; children were crying or shouting, teenagers were arguing and moaning whilst adults battled in-between in the shelves and the elderly were complaining loudly to anyone who would listen.

‘You want to go in the trolley?’ Georgia asked Lottie, gently.

‘I’m too big for that now,’ Lottie replied with a pout.

‘I know, but it’s busy and I wouldn’t want you to get lost,’ Georgia explained.

Lottie shook her head then pointed and said, ‘Halloween costumes, Mummy!’

Georgia looked over and saw a nearby rail unit weighed down with a range of different costumes. A few people were gathered around, selecting ones.

‘But you all ready have one from last year,’ Georgia replied, ‘a blue witch dress. Remember?’

‘I don’t want to be a witch!’ Lottie cried, ‘I want to be an evil princess fairy!’

Before Georgia could grip her, Lottie went over to the costumes and began looking through the girl ones. There were two rows of pretty, bright colored dresses and a row darker dresses.

Pushing the trolley over, Georgia joined her, debating if it was worth trying to tell Lottie she wasn’t having a new Halloween costume. Then, they both saw at the same time a wonderful sparkly bright pink and purple dress with layers of lace bunched together for the skirt with sliver and gold stars on it.

‘That’s not very Halloween like,’ Georgia said, wondering if someone had accidentally placed it there.

‘I want it!’ Lottie gushed.

Georgia checked the size and found it was big enough for Lottie, ‘I’ll get it you then.’

‘Now I need wings, Mummy! and something….but not a hat, to go in my hair,’ Lottie said.

‘What does an evil princess fairy look like anyway?’ Georgia asked as they found some white sparkly wings behind the unicorn onesies.

‘Like a normal fairy princess but with an angry face,’ Lottie replied.

Georgia laughed.

 

(Inspired by; https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2018/10/18/tale-weaver-fairy-tale-193-fairies/ with thanks).

 

 

 

 

 

On The Shelves

Halloween Display

The shelves were full of Halloween items, Herbert noticed as he wondered onto the wrong aisle. He paused and stared at the stacked Halloween treats. Chocolates and gummies called to him in their bright packages. Next to them were savoury snacks also decorated up for the holiday. Shrugging bent shoulders, he selected a few packets of treats and put them into the cart. There was still three weeks to go, but Herbert had always liked to stay ahead of things.

Turning away, he looked at the baby and children’s costumes opposite. He had to move closer to make out the full outfits as even with glasses his eyes were fading. The selection was modest, with pumpkin baby suits, sparkly witch dresses with matching hats, devil jumpsuits, a vampire’s suit and a skeleton bone t-shirt.

It brought back the memory of a few years ago, when he had come shopping with Nancy and the kids. He had helped selected a pumpkin suit for his six month old granddaughter and it had the words Granddad’s Little Pumpkin on the front. For some reason he could clearly remember that, but he couldn’t recall the last time he had seen them. Had it been two years or three?

Shuffling on, he passed the line-up of scary masks and accessories. The adult costumes were next for inspection, though most of them were the grown up versions of the children’s. Herbert looked at an undead bride dress and one for a vampire countess. There was also a pirate captain, a cowboy and a werewolf. Once again masks and accessories followed.

He had a costume already, he recalled: a Count Dracula, with a floor sweeping cape, plastic fangs and a waist coat. He had wore it every year since he could remember and not once he had question the idea of an old man dressing up and celebrating Halloween. If his granddad kids hadn’t been living with him, maybe it would have stopped? He wondered on this and decided there must have been more to it than that.

Glancing over his shoulder he realised that he’d missed the decorations. For some reason, they had always been his favourite part. He went over and looked at the kitchen wares and party supplies. Crudely made skull goblets seemed to laugh at him, whilst a pitcher covered in one eyed pumpkins winked at his balding head. He frowned over the usual assortment of paper cups, plates and napkins, until he spotted a medium sized plastic orange bowl.

Picking it up with shaking hands, he put it into the cart and moved on. His eager eyes searched the shelves for his next item in the home decorations area. He soon found a bag of mixed plastic bugs and a bag of fake spider webs. Dropping these in, he studied the rest of the items. There was a selection of window stickers, wall hangings, fabric ghosts and skeletons. He peered into a large caldron, cheeky pressed the play button on a dancing zombie and fondled a bouncy ball with a floating eye inside.

As he placed the last item down, his hear aids alerted him to running footsteps. He half turned and watch two children- a girl and a boy-run to the costumes. Excitedly, they begin to shout what they wanted to dress up as and tug at things. An anger red faced woman snapped at them to come away and then fell into an argument with them. Herbert turned away, an odd feeling of shame creeping upon him.

He pushed the cart to the end of the aisle and then stopped. The mother had wrestled her children away and he was strangely alone again. Next to him sat a glittering fiberglass pumpkin with a fake candle inside. I’ll probably need that this year, he thought with a glance at his trembling hands. He eased the pumpkin off the shelf, checked it worked, then what batteries it would need. He placed it in his cart and stared into the carved face.

Every year he had painstakingly carved his own pumpkin and his wife had made pie and soup with the insides. Lastly year, he had been halfway through the carving when the shakes had struck. He’d had to get his neighbour to finish the design, whilst his wife had said he was too old to be trying so hard now.

This year had been so different. Herbert dropped his head and took a couple of deep breaths. From somewhere, a little voice came to him and question why he could give making pumpkin soup and pie a go? He pulled his head up and licked his cracked lips. Yes, I should do, he thought, haven’t I recently discovered a love for cooking?

Turning the cart about, he headed back to the front of the shop. There he selected a decent pumpkin, which he could also carry and put it inside the kart with satisfaction. Then smiling to himself, he started out again to complete his shopping list.