Allow me to present this year’s 24-hour short story. I started it at 11:57 last night, barely staying within the rules. I have to say, it turned out differently than I expected. Check out the other short stories written last night, which will be collected soon on the host blog. Enjoy.
“Tell her she smells like your mom,” said the imp from John’s jacket. “That always works for me.”
John smoothed his lapel. The imp squeaked as John’s hand squashed it.
“Is that him?” John’s date leaned forward. The imp had interrupted while she introduced herself, and he was too embarrassed to ask her name a second time. “The elf?”
“Imp,” said John automatically. “And no. I left it at home. It doesn’t like this jacket.”
“If you’re expecting to keep this woman, I suggest you prevent her from smelling it,” said the imp, poking his head above John’s collar. “Great long johns, fresh air is sweet unto my nostrils!” He snorted noisily. John cleared his throat to cover the sound, but his date wouldn’t hear the imp anyway.
“Is it really that fickle?” she asked, cocking her head. “I thought it went everywhere you did.”
“Everywhere I want it to,” said John with a dead smile. The tips of her red hair brushed her shoulders. John shivered, imagining flames smoldering and burning her skin. “How did traveling treat you? Did you enjoy your first time navigating New York City?”
She deflected the change of subject with a smile. “I’m curious about the terms of your agreement with him. I mean, with it. Is he— it— bound to doing whatever you say, or is it his choice? Can he do anything, or is he limited? I keep saying he, but you know what I mean.” She laughed, touching his arm across the table as if they shared this hilarious joke. Her hand was scorching.
John didn’t like her much. Read the full post »