Good Fairy
Good Fairy
by Eddie Heaton
She knew he would choose her.
They all stood in line and Marco came in with him. He was young which made a change, and he refused to take part in the selection routine. Some of them walked up and down as if they were inspecting soldiers on parade. This one just pointed at her and then looked away, embarrassed and ashamed. So you should be!
When they were in the bedroom she got down on her knees and begged him to help her. He didn’t understand her words but he nodded and put a consoling arm around her. He didn’t try to have sex with her.
When he had gone she prayed that he would somehow help her. It was her only hope so she clung on to it.
Help would come, she was sure of it.
The next day Marco took her to one side.
“I know what you said to that punter and if it happens again you’ll be sorry!”
“And what is it that you will do to me that you have not already done?”
No wonder he was worried. Soon she would be free. The kind young Englishman would help her.
But then Marco took a photograph out of his pocket and showed it to her. It was of her mother and Dana, her younger sister.
“You try anything like that again and they’ll both be joining you.”
Dana was twelve.
She cried herself to sleep again but then woke up in the middle of the night. The other women were snoring and he was there, standing on her bedside table, glowing in the darkness, about ten centimetres high.
“What are you doing here?” He asked her.
“I’ve been kidnapped!” she told him. “You have to help me escape.”
“I’ll go and get the keys.” he said.
“No! It’s not as simple as that. If I just run away they’ll hurt mum and Dana.”
“So what do you want me to do?”
“Well! if the English police found out about this place they’d have to come and raid it.”
“Hmm - I’m not allowed to tell them directly but I suppose I could think of a way to bring things to their notice.”
“And I’ll be here all the time so they could never suspect it was me.”
“All right,” said the fairy, “but you are still a child, aren’t you? It’s the fairy law we’re only allowed to help children.”
“Of course I’m still a child. I’m fourteen!”
“Yes, I know how old you are but that’s not how these things are decided. I’m sorry to have to ask you this but have any of the men er..?”
“No,” she said, “Not so far. That’s why you have to act quickly - before one of them does!”
He flew out of the window and she watched until his fairy light faded into the distance.
The raid happened at dawn. They smashed their way in and arrested Marco and his cronies. The fairy led them in, flying just above and in front of them, although they couldn’t see him.
A translator told them they would be taken somewhere safe and interviewed.
“I’m sorry to have to ask you this but can you tell me roughly how many men you”
“It was usually about eight, maybe ten a day. It was nearly always me who was chosen because I’m so young and innocent looking. That’s what they want, isn’t it?”
Then she saw him, standing on top of a filing cabinet in the corner of the room.
He put a hand to his throat.
“I’ve broken the law!” He said. “You lied to me!”
“I had no choice!” She told him, “They would have done the same thing to Dana. I had to stop them!”
He fainted and she gently picked him up and tried to revive him but he died there and then in the palm of her hand.
The translator said, “There are one or two formalities that need to be taken care of before you can go home.”
“Don’t worry,” she said, “I know the score.”
She started to undress.
The English policeman seemed shocked.
“No!” The translator said, “It’s not like that here!”
“Oh, don’t give me that crap,” she sneered back at him, “I’m too old for fairy stories!”
Eddie Heaton is 51 years old and after twenty years of slogging away in financial publishing in order to raise his two kids he has now decided to spend his time doing what he enjoys - writing stories!. He has so far produced a novel, a screenplay and a number of short stories.
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