Happy St. Patrick's Day, everyone!! A day of luck, luck, and a little - oh, yes - luck! (So, does this mean if I send my query out today, I'll get lucky? Hmmm....) Actually, I'm typically the girl that this saying applies to... "If it weren't for BAD luck, I'd have NO luck at all!" Yep, that's me.
But, today's no day for pity partying. It's to celebrate with two awesome bloggers, Colene Murphy of The Journey and Alexia Chamberlynn of The Life and Literary Pursuits of Alexia Chamberlynn, as they host their 1st EVER blogfest!! There's still time to get in on it - so follow this linky link HERE. Bloggers were asked to post a 200-ish word flash fiction or favorite memory piece involving St. Patty's day. So here's mine:
If I squinted at the sun, the Dunluce castle ruins on the Antrim Coast were whole again. I saw the flower garlands strewn from all four towers, strings of harebells, meadowsweet, yarrows and primrose. The courtyard was cluttered with bright dancers, torchlight glinting off their wings. Flute music mixed sweetly with the crashing waves on the cliff side below. I'd been here before, a long time ago, I was sure of it. But, not like this. Not in this human form.
I drew my sunglasses down and the scene changed - gray rubble amidst the green scrub and rocks.
"Do you want to go down to the cave, Ehva?"
Roark's hand, warm on my back, made me waver. I rubbed the cool weathered coin between my thumb and forefinger. I was in Ireland on March 17th on my seventeenth birthday. If the letters were true, today was it.
"Yeah, babe. Race you?"
Roark took racing seriously. It was hard to watch him running before me, laughing, his white smile and warm brown eyes twinkling at me. As if in competition, the coin in my hand winked even brighter, the gold forcing through the aged patina. I couldn't stay here. Could I?
The cave, damp and smelling of fishy seaweed, made this place in my life easy to say goodbye to. Roark cooing and taunting me in the dark made it harder. I had two choices here - a kiss with the human I loved, hoping his embrace would hold me here forever. Or I could toss this coin into the sea and buy my way back to the past, to the realm of Fae. I turned my cheek to Roark's kiss and flipped the coin into the dark water.
So - there you have it! I'll dance a jig, drink a green beer (or lightly sip, because - ewww!), wish on a rainbow and chow some corned beef and cabbage for you all today! Best of LUCK!! Tell me, how will you spend SPD?