PROMPT:Your cell phone rings with an unknown number.You answer and the voice on the other end says, “I’m the sister that you didn’t know you had. Want to know more?”
"Wow! Of course I want to know more. I hope you'll talk about the wife I didn't know I had, my mystery grandchildren and my patience which I clearly don't have. Get off my line. Frigging scam!"
Life at his new job was rosy. He never quite got hold of any petals though. The thorns stabbed him everywhere he turned. First his boss, then his clammy workmate who kept stinking up the office with gruesome farts.
He was the butt of every joke. Every shade was thrown flabby physique and his extra padded rump. He started out believing the body shaming would stop...Now he had learnt to let it all bounce off him.
His messy hair, unevenly buttoned shirt and deep frown showed how nice his life was going.
"Tsk, at least her voice was compensation enough, why do the good ones get rotten all the time?" He said shoving his phone into his pocket once more.
Ben felt something. He felt a weight leave his heart. He felt this buzz within. It spilled over onto his poopy droopy face. He found himself smiling. Smiling to himself?
He was suddenly at peace. Shockingly!
He almost felt nimble.
What was happening?!
...
Unlocking his door-the best part of his day. It won him a free ticket to do a trust fall. His beloved friend always caught him. His bed was ever reliable.
He'd take off his clothes later. Much much later. Cuddling his pillow did him good. It gave him a glimpse of what love would feel like.
His phone started singing. He cussed a bit at the person who had chosen the worst to call him.
That number!
"Oh come on! Which scam calls twice?"
He dropped the crying phone on his bedside table. He couldn't be bothered.
"Pick up the phone, pick up the phone, pick up the phone."
Someone was speaking. With one voice, yet many. The room was silent yet the commands grew louder. His fingers dug into the sides of his head to block his ears. He squirmed restlessly, rolling from side to side. He was doing all it took to displace the voices from his head. They just wouldn't leave!
He sat up on his bed and exploded. "Shut up! Whoever you are!! Get out of my head!!!!"
His roar sent quivers through the walls of his house. He had emptied his belly of pent up frustration.
There was silence.
Slowly, he freed his ears. Letting down his hands. Listening to see if he had really scared away the voice...His attention quickly shifted to his phone. There was something about that number.
"I give up. Look behind you."
He read off the screen.
With apprehension, he eyeballed his screen some more.None of his softwares showed texts that way.
"Look behind you? Oh me?OH...ME." He gulped.
His shirt clung to his skin,cold sweat broke everywhere.His nervous itch broke out.But he couldn't scratch...someone.Or something. It was there. Behind him. Breathing on his neck.
He turned instantly with fists readied and eyes screwed shut. His fists were for covering his face. The twenty four year old man was on the edge of pissing his pants.
"Hey. You talk pretty tough but you can't handle a visitor?"
His his lips stopped quivering. The voice. The scam's beautiful beautiful voice. The scam was in his room?!
Her palms. Supple beyond anything he'd felt, touched his threatening fists. The sensation caused his eyes to flutter open.
"Who...are... you?"
She flashed a white set of perfect teeth, puckered up and leaned in. Her forehead, a symbol lit up on it. White radiant light. Growing more intense as she closed in.
She planted her lips. He was perplexed in every way. She kissed his nose?!
Before his tongue could express disgust, her forehead met his...
Radiance all around. He couldn't even force his eyes open. Something was happening. She exhaled and withdrew wearing the brightest smile. His eyes flew open..
"Fairies exist? My father didn't die in a car crash? He's the King of the fairies?!"
She nodded in amusement. He had so much to learn...