I just rediscovered this bit of story that I wrote several years ago. Do you think it's worth going back to?
“I’m not saying that you were wrong or right… just that it was a decision you made that I wouldn’t have” Rachel was saying not actually looking at me just staring ahead at the flashing lights.
We were seated on a bench at the old carnival by the beach; the air was filled with the smell of cotton candy, popcorn and funnel cake covering up all but the faintest whiff on sea air. And the sound of the music, which I had always found rather creepy, clouded my mind.
“We both know that really means that you disapprove of what I did,” I said flatly, picking at the rubber bottom of my sneaker, my legs were crossed on the edge of the bench.
“No, Hannah, that’s not what I said. But well, I don’t know, I guess I think you could have thought about it a bit more” Rachel admitted. “And it’s not like you, to act so…impulsively”
I coughed back a laugh at that word, “Well that’s one way of putting it!”
Rachel rolled her eyes, “Well, you usually don’t fuck around with random guys… no I’m not being literally with the use of that word, I can see you about to argue!”
Rachel said this before I had even opened my mouth to correct her. I flipped the bird at her feeling the need to make some sort of point.
“But I mean at that party all the sudden I turn around to find you swapping spit with that guy and all but pulling each others clothes off.”
“It’s not like you’ve never done the same!” I point out.
“But,” Rachel starts turning to look at me sharply, “It’s always with humans when I do it!”
“So you’ve never even kissed a faerie?” I ask.
Rachel looks shocked that I would even ask, “No! I mean it’s kind of like bestiality isn’t it?”
“For them maybe, I guess…” I think about it. “I mean they may look at it that way.”
“Well in any case it just didn’t seem like you, it wouldn’t seem like you with a guy much less with a fey” Rachel says.
I’m picking at my shoe again, “We’ll I’m allowed to let myself go every now and then aren’t I?”
“Yeah, of course…” Rachel says. “But can you imagine if everyone else at that party realized what you were doing” Rachel says with a sudden giggle. “I mean he was certainly attractive for a faerie but his glaoumour was nice too…”
“Ha yeah, maybe Kevin would finally get the hint and leave me alone if he saw me snoging a guy with blue skin.”
Most people cannot see Faeries for what they are, they can only see their glamour, the mask that they show the world, but some of us see past that. Rachel and I had found each other when we were in elementary school and realized that we were both seeing the same things that everyone else told us weren’t there. We did the research and eventually found our way to Rachel’s grandmother who is a practicing witch of the faerie faith and told us all that she knew.
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