This week’s #blogbattle word prompt is lollipops. This is run by Rachael Ritchey over on her blog Writing Rachael Ritchey. I encourage you to check out her blog, and this challenge.
1.1000 words max
2.fictional tale (or true if you really want)
3.PG (no more than PG-13) Content – let’s keep this family friendly!
4.Your story must contain the word(s) from the theme and/or be centered around the theme in a way that shows it is clearly related
5.Go for the entertainment value!
6.State the Genre of your story at the top of your post.
7.Post your story on Tuesday, by 11:59 PM PST
8.Use the hashtag #BlogBattle when tweeting your story, put a link back to your #BlogBattle Short Story in the comments section of this page, and/or include a link to this page in your own blog post (it creates a “ping-back” which will alert me and our friends to your #BlogBattle post)
My genre: Fantasy
Here’s my entry for this week:
“Winter, no. Remember the iced bun incident?”
Winter looked up at Layla, her finger a hair’s breadth away from the shiny surface of the bright red round thing laid on the table. “It’s made from sugar?”
“Yes, it’s a lollipop that my niece left there.” Layla picked it up. Something stretchy tried to keep it stuck to the table, and left a splodge mark behind.
Winter watched with a sinking heart as Layla deposited it in the bin. It had looked and smelled so good.
She turned back to the splodgy mess, but Layla came along with a cloth and cleaned it. She didn’t really want to feel like she had after the iced bun incident, but the taste had been so good, and that buzzy feeling had been so nice.
Winter smiled at the memory, but a nudge at her arm brought her back to the present. “Please tell me that smile is because you’ve come up with an answer,” Birch whispered.
They were seated around the Queen’s low table, a selection of foods laid out before them. She was staring at a bright red berry, round and shiny, which had prompted her memory. “Would it be so bad if the river did dry up for a little while?” she wondered aloud. “If we worked as quickly as we possibly could.”
Farah looked concerned. “Winter, we are water fairies, we cannot survive without a source of water to feed us our magic. That source is dwindling as it is. I’m not sure I could allow Tango to go under those circumstances.”
“What other options are there?” Flame argued. “Tango can’t leave without drying the river up. It’s going to take all four of us to stop the pollution. And only by stopping the pollution can we break the curse and bring the water back properly. So surely it’s worth the hardship and risk?”
Farah gave him a hard look, and silence fell back over the room. Winter ate the red berry. She thought and thought but couldn’t come up with another solution.
The Queen broke the silence. “I believe you are right. The chance must be taken. But I beg of you to return as swiftly as possible, as your efforts may be in vain.” She looked straight at Winter. “You are either our saving grace, or our doom.”
Winter swallowed the last few bits of nuts she had been eating. Her heart raced and her hands went clammy. “I think we will succeed, Your Highness.”
“I know we will,” Flame asserted. “We have to.”
Birch was the first to stand. “Well, perhaps we should get this over. The sooner we leave, the sooner we’ll be back right?”
Winter stood beside him, and Flame as well. Her legs were shaky, but she did want it over.
Indian, Farah, and Tango all stood together. “I will not tell my people what we are doing,” Farah said. “I don’t want to spread panic and fear. But there is no doubt a lot of curiosity about all of this.” She looked at Indian, and there was still some mistrust in her eyes. “Especially you.”
Indian dropped her gaze.
Winter took her by the hand and followed as they all made their way through the Clan to the doors to the outside. Farah saw them off, and it seemed like in the blink of an eye they were stood outside, ready to head off upriver to the site of the pollution. Tango looked around with big wide eyes. Winter remembered then. “This is the first time you’ve seen the world, isn’t it?”
The young fairy nodded. “It’s so large.” She had been bundled up with layers of clothing like the rest of them, which made the parts of her sticking out look even smaller. “And cold. Very cold.”
“It’s not always this cold,” Winter assured her, “but it is always this large. You’ll get used to it though.”
Tango just kept looking with wide eyes.
“Come on,” Flame said, looking warily at the river. “Let’s get going before we all freeze to death.”
They made their way upriver as before, and as before, it didn’t take long before the round monstrosity appeared on the horizon. In the daylight, it didn’t look so scary. But it was still as horrifying, and upsetting. “What is it?” Indian asked. It was the first time both Indian and Tango had seen it.
“I don’t know exactly,” Winter said. “But we do know it’s the source of the pollution.” She pointed at the thick brown sludge pouring out from it. “And that it’s made by humans. Because what else could have made it?”
They landed beside it. It was about the size of a fallen tree.
“So,” Birch said, looking at Winter, “let’s get started on this plan of yours?”