The Troll

“What are you two doing?” a booming voice asked. The little fae squealed, dropping the coin as it was about to tip into the glass. Instead the heavy coin clinked back to the table.
“A troll!” Viola screeched and flew away with a flick of her gold wings.
Since Acorn had no wings, they were trapped on the top of the table. Acorn stood still trembling as they looked up at the most enormous troll the little brownie had ever seen. It was looking down his short snout, it’s eyes framed by two large tusks coming out of his mouth. The troll raised his hairy eyebrows into his styled hair and set the box it was carrying down on the table next to the brownie. Glass of the small vases clinked together and a spill of fresh rose scent washed over Acorn. The troll brushed off his burly hands on his long green and grey stripped apron and rerolled one of his dress shirt sleeves that had fallen. Then he knelt down so that his large face was level with the little brownie.
“You’re not running away?” the troll asked.
“I can’t. My feet are stuck.”
Something like concern passed over the trolls face. “Why are your feet stuck?”
“Because they’re scared,” Acorn replied.
The troll nodded. “Ah, I see. Scared of me?”
“You’re huge!” Acorn declared.
“Yes, compared to most people I am.” The troll stood up again and pulled out two of the vases from the box. A small leaf fell from one onto the table. Then he turned and started placing them on other tables, ones that were not connected to booths. He removed two vases that had wilting flowers in it put those in the box before grabbing two more fresh, completely ignoring the brownie.
“Hey!” Acorn shouted, “Aren’t you going to eat me?”
“Nope,” the troll said, as he continued to switch out the flowers.
“Why not!?”
That made the troll pause. “Are you saying I should?”
“I’m a very tasty morsel!” Acorn declared, stomping their foot.
“So you would like me to eat you?” The asked, becoming amused by the little Fae’s antics.
Acorn dropped their arms and looked thoughtful a moment. “No. I’d rather you didn’t, but I also don’t like being confused.”
“What is confusing you?”
“Well. What are you doing?” Acorn approached the box and looked inside as the troll lifted out two more vases.
“I’m changing out the flowers for tonight.”
“Does Ms. Rune know you’re doing that?” Acorn asked.
“Yes, she does. She is my best customer.”
“Oh. So…” Acorn looked back and forth, then crossed their arms, “You’re a flower troll?”
“I’m a florist. My name is Christopher.” The troll called Christopher offered a finger to the little brownie to shake. Acorn hesitated a moment and then set their hand on the finger and they shook.
“Nice to meet you. I’m Acorn the Brownie.”
“Very nice to meet you Acorn. I heard that Rune had taken in a family of Faeries recently. Now do you mind if I ask what it is you are doing with the Lucky Devil?”
As if they had forgotten, Acorn flipped around a scurried back to the coin. “Oh right. I gotta get this into the glass. Viola was helping me, but she flew off because she’s scared.” Acorn tried to lift the coin but it was too heavy.
“And why, little Acorn, do you have to do that?” asked Christopher.
“Because I gotta make a wish and this is how you do it?”
“Okay, do you mind if I ask what your wish was?”
Acorn became very silent then as they thought about that.
“No, I think I need to keep it confide dental.” They attempted to lift the coin again.
“Here, let me help you,” Christopher offered and plucked up the coin to drop it into the glass.
“No! Don’t do that!” Acorn shouted, but it was too late. The second the coin hit the glass, the Lucky Devil came to life. It laughed and it’s eyes flashed red a second while its mouth moved in sync with the pre-recorded laugh. Then it brought the coin to its mouth and swallowed it whole with a puff of foul smelling sulpher. “Oh, no. The wish! Did the wish disappear?” Acorn asked, pointing at the Lucky Devil’s pocket.
Christopher checked. “Yes, it seems to be gone.”
“Oh no!”
“I’m sorry, did I do something wrong?” Christopher asked, truly perplexed.
“I was supposed to do it myself!” Acorn lamented. “Now I owe you a Faerie favor.”
Christopher chuckled. “Do not worry yourself about that.”
“No. I must. According to my dignity as a Fae of the Faerie Court…” the little brownie said proudly.
The troll nodded with the same gravity the brownie was showing. “Very well. Then that means I get a wish right?”
Acorn nodded back bravely.
“Alright. Then I wish… that you and I would be friends,” Christopher said breaking into a smile.
“Friends!” Acorn declared shocked.
“Would that be alright?”
“Well, I guess. You mean you want to be a Faerie Friend?”
“I want to be your friend.”
“Oh,” Acorn thought on that some more.
“Well, ok Christopher the florist troll. We can be friends.” Acorn nodded with their whole body.
“Sounds good,” Christopher agreed.
“What’s going on in here?” Came the voice of Rune Leveau, the bar owner.
“Nothing, much. I’m just making new friends here,” Christopher said, picking up his box.
Rune glanced at Acorn on the table. “I see.” Then she held up a piece of paper. “Christopher, is this you?” she asked.
“That’s my wish!” Acorn declared astonished. “But… but… what happened?”

To be continued…

This story takes place after the novel The Finder of the Lucky Devil, available at Amazon, B&N, Kobo and Googlebooks!

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