Crossing A Leprechaun

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Fantasy  |  House: The Imaginarium
A short story inspired by an Imaginarium One Word Prompt.

Submitted: July 25, 2017

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Crossing A Leprechaun

If she had known what it was, Grace might have treated the creature with a bit more respect. Leprechauns lived for mischief at the best of times, but to deliberately insult one was really asking for trouble. She’d only told it to move out of her way, not in those words but that was what she had meant. And then she had pushed past – okay, she had barged him out of her way.

What did he go and do in revenge? He cursed her.

At first it seemed that his curse was really a blessing. Unlike King Midas, who had to touch things to turn them to gold, all Grace had to do was look. Anything she set her eyes on became golden colored. She could be rich beyond belief, or so she thought, but that was not the full extent of the curse. Once she had looked, made something golden, if she then went on to reach out for it she would find that whatever it was would turn to dust.

Oh, the total frustration of seeing all these golden objects but then to not even be able to place a finger against them. Worse things were still to be discovered. It did not only work on objects, but on people and animals too. If she touched one would they also turn to dust? Grace did not dare to find out.

Instead she fixed her eyes upon the golden path in front of her. She could not look up. She could not look to either side. All she could do was stare at the side-walk. She banged in to things but dare not see what. She was jostled and pushed, manhandled out of people’s way; Grace still did not dare to lift her eyes.

There was only one thing that Grace could think of doing and that was to search out the leprechaun and beg him to reverse the curse. She would do anything he asked, just so she could get her normal life back.

Now, if you’ve ever gone looking for a leprechaun you will know that they cannot be found – unless they want to be, that is. Grace walked and walked. She left the town behind her, headed across fields, wandered painfully through a forest that ended up being scattered with golden trees, to sit the other side of it by a stream. She sat with her head in her hands and shed golden tears.

How long was she sitting there before she heard a cough behind her. She spun around to see who was there, forgetting for a moment to lower her gaze. And there he stood, the leprechaun. And he did not turn to gold.

Please take it away! Please, please, please remove this curse! I’ll do anything you ask.”

The leprechaun walked towards her and stood just a foot away. “Anything?” he asked, slyly.

Anything.”

Give me a kiss and I’ll remove the curse.”

She eyed him warily, trying to hide her distaste. He was short, wrinkled, with wiry ginger hair and a thick ginger beard. He smelt......unpleasant. Like a mixture of garlic, old Guinness and mud. Could she do it? Just to get rid of the curse she would brace herself, make herself......Grace leant forward and let her lips just touch his cheek. She stood back and said, “Now will you remove it?”

Nope! You call that a kiss? I’d get more sensation from a leaf brushing against my face. A proper kiss, right here!” He pushed his face towards her and puckered up his lips. He waited and he waited. “Come on, then, girl! I’ve not got all day.”

Grace shuddered distastefully but did she really have any choice? She leant forward and pressed her lips against his. A cheer arose from all around them and they were both ringed by leprechauns, patting her on the back and offering him congratulations.

Has it gone, now? Your curse? Can I go home?”

Home?” he said. “Why, girl, this is your home now. Kiss a leprechaun and you’ve become his bride. Your home is now with me.”

No! You tricked me! I would never marry you!”

Should have been patient, girl. It would have worn off in the morning. But you couldn’t wait and take your punishment, could you. And now, before all these witnesses we have been married.”

Another round of cheering arose before he added, “And a leprechaun’s wedding is for life.”

 

Inspired by the Imaginarium House One Word Prompt -- Golden.


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