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WishfulWhimsy — Wishing and Hoping (Part 4)
Published: 2018-02-02 00:00:01 +0000 UTC; Views: 146; Favourites: 2; Downloads: 0
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Bethel opened her mouth to scream but found her mouth filled with bricks. Literally.
Trixie shrunk to the size of a daffodil and fluttered up on to Bethel’s bed so she could get to know her client up close and personally.
“Sorry about the bricks, but you can’t scream!” insisted Trixie. “I’ll just poof away if you alert someone and you’ll look crazy. If you promise not to scream, I’ll take the bricks away.”
Bethel nodded. Trixie snapped her fingers.
“I have a nasal condition and can basically only breathe through my mouth, you freak!” hissed Bethel through gritted teeth. “You damn near killed me just now.”
“Ew, you have a nasal condition? So you’re an actual mouth-breather? I can see I have my work cut out for me.”
“Who the hell ARE you?”
“I told you, I’m your fairy godmother. My name is Trixie Jones. And you’re Bethel Boswell.”
“This is the weirdest dream I’ve had since the time I married John Stamos and just as we kissed he turned into my Uncle Lenny.”
Trixie chose to ignore that. “Look, I’m gonna be with you for the next month, trying to help you achieve true and profound happiness! That’s what fairy godmothers do.”
“A month?” Bethel grabbed her glasses to make sure she wasn’t hallucinating. “You can’t stay a month. I have roommates.”
“I’m magical, Bethel. I’ll be discrete!”
“This can’t be happening. Why me?”
“I’m wondering the same thing, but it comes down to this: I have to prove to everyone back in Whimsy Woods that I’m a selfless fairy godmother or I’ll lose my powers and be banished forever! What better way to show them I’m not shallow and superficial than to waste my precious time helping an ugly loser?”
Bethel fumed.
“Er - I mean, a downtrodden but lovely-on-the-inside-I’m-sure young lady.”
Bethel remained unimpressed.
“I have enough to worry about right now! Tomorrow’s the first day of class and I need to -”
“Class? Oh, right! Your file said you’re in college. A theatre student!” Bethel clapped giddily. “Excellent. I’m a fantabulous actress myself. I’ll fit right in.”
“You are NOT coming,” snapped Bethel.
“Try and stop me, girl. Look, you’re tired. I’ll see you in the morning! Once you realise this isn’t a dream, we can get things started. Kiss, kiss!”
With a sparkly pop, the fairy was gone.
