#4 Bugs

31 Jul 2011 2 Comments

by Stephanie Ciofalo in Uncategorized

Dragonfly, c/o Google images.

 

#4 Bugs

“So what do yer kin folk say about catching pixies?” Ruby’s voice drawls the line out mockingly. Ever since the time I’d drunkenly berated the gap-toothed hill folk that a lot of elves these days, including most of my family, had become, she’d relished in reminding me of my roots.

I decided to ignore her tone. I could easily remind her of her own muddy heritage or that of one of her multi-racial children roaming the streets but she was probably expecting that. Besides, this job was getting too interesting. “Well, you could buy one of those fancy traps from one of those rip-off artists on 31st Street. Those work well enough. Or you could try one of them fruity ‘magic crystal’ charms the druids on the corners foist off onto people. Those, I’ve never tried, nor do I want to. Now, my own kin folk…” I pause here. Though most days my disdain for my family knows no boundaries, still even I had to admit they had some useful tricks. “Peanut butter,” I finish.

“Excuse me?”

“Magickal or not, pixies are basically just big, sparkly bugs. And they love peanut butter. Leave a bowl of it in the woods, the stickier the better, and soon you will have more pixies than you know what to do with.”

Ruby nods and licks her crimson painted lips. “Oh, I know what to do with them.”

I’m sure she does.

 

((This one is a different character. That elf P.I. I mentioned in an earlier post. Abe is always fun to write ))

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