This story is written as a response to a prompt from Write on the Edge which is a writing community who set a prompt every week to encourage people to put finger to keyboard and engage in their imagination. I thought I would have a go, as I need an encouragement to keep writing. Here is the prompt and the story that followed. I hope you enjoy it.
pinhole 970, bridge © Darius Kuzmickas via Flickr
Steve Adderson, call centre worker and now dealer with the Faerie Realm stepped nervously onto the bridge. It was the same concrete bridge it had always been, however now there was a tall man in a motorcycle helmet standing next to his dark motorbike in the centre of the bridge.
The motorcycle rider removed his helmet. "Are you Mr Steve Adderson?" He asked.
Steve swallowed nervously. What had possessed him to deal with someone who described themselves as elfen? "I'm Steve Adderson." He said, his voice almost breaking with fear. "Are you Lord Marius?"
"I am indeed." There was a hint of impatience. "Have you brought it with you?"
Steve swallowed again. "Yes, I have."
"And payment has cleared in your account?" Lord Marius asked.
"No offence, but when I was first contacted I read up a bit and they mentioned fairy gold..." Steve took a deep breath. Lord Marius was a lot taller than him, and he had a dangerous edge that went beyond the trappings of a biker.
"As a kindness, and hoping for a speedy transaction, I will share some small information." Lord Marius leant casually against the railings of the bridge. "If you are dealing with the elfen, never take food, or drink or cash. Cheques are usually safe enough, though nothing in any path is guaranteed. And this treasure that you bring me, which has been bartered hard for, well, that is an illustration of elfen foolishness. You were contacted by Lord Cerdig." Lord Marius sighed. "He does not see a great deal of the sunlight realm. He ventures here rarely and his influence is waning, particularly amongst the younger members of his court. He seeks to bolster his position so he finds something that his more powerful neighbouring prince covets to buy aid and support." Lord Marius shrugged. "However this neighbour is in the grip of a strange obsession. It is a curse of our kind. He is quite desperate for treasure such as you carry, no matter how odd it seems to others, he pines for it. So Lord Cerdig offered highly for it, lest another find it first and win it from you."
"I was a bit surprised." Steve said.
"Your treasure has some value in your world, but it is not the same value as that to a desperate elfen prince, buying the heart's desire of a much needed ally." Lord Marius sighed. "Please give it to me."
Steve hesitantly handed it over. Lord Marius took out the object, examined it with careful fingers and then finally nodded.
"It is exactly as described." Lord Marius said. "Here is a bonus from Lord Cerdig, all the papers are in order."
Steve's reflexes caught the car keys that Lord Marius threw at him. The very new BMW car keys. And then he watched Lord Marius ride off into the mist carrying with him a package that would cost, at the best valuation, one fiftieth of the price of the second hand BMW he had been looking at longingly in the local showroom. And some elfen was now the owner of a 1936 Rupert Bear Annual, mint condition. He held up the keys to the growing light. What was the car equivalent of fairy gold?