(This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.)
The Daring Dwarf
Word
count: 550
Genre:
Magical
Realism
Character:
A
superhero
Material:
A
spoon
Sentence:"You
don't have to love me."
Bonus:
Your
story involves a damsel in distress.
The
Daring Dwarf awoke. Sunshine flooded his humble abode.
“Snickerdoodle!”
he griped as he climbed out of bed. “Overslept again. I need to get
me a sidekick!”
He
fumbled with his superhero suit. No capes for this poor dwarf. Once
he was dressed and ready for the day, he plodded downstairs for his
daily cup of dandelion coffee and corn flakes. He grabbed a spoon
from his cupboard and stirred his coffee slowly. He didn't need a
sidekick, he needed a good swift kick in the pants. Or maybe an
alarm clock. Or maybe both. Business would be good as well. He sighed
and stared at his window while his cornflakes sat soggy in the bowl.
The
faerie princess dwelt nearby. She was a quiet sort of lass. Usually
kept to herself unless something was needing her personal attention.
She knew of the Daring Dwarf, albeit never met him. Solitude was her
preference and everyone respected that. She went into the garden, and
then vanished.
The
Daring Dwarf lounged in his recliner. Why go out, save people, and do
good if there was never anything of merit to do? Radio blasted
country rock.
“You
don't have to love me.” twanged a soulful voice.
“No
one loves me either.” said the Daring Dwarf grumpily. “Hence I'm
here.”
His
doorbell rang.
Five
minutes later, he hopped on his dirt bike, and raced to the scene.
Finally some business for a superhero! He arrived at her home, a
modest dwelling for such a prestigious individual, and began his
investigation. Clue searching could be relegated to a sidekick if he
was someone like the Omega Ogre or the Equable Elf. They each had
sidekick. Maybe he should seriously consider this for the future.
Back to the matter at hand. The faerie princess had gone into the
garden and vanished. Where could she have vanished to?
The
investigation took the better part of the afternoon. He had begun to
question the neighbors after finding nothing in the garden. One of
her advisors went into her home to search again through her papers in
case she left a note. The advisor heard a noise. A scream pierced the
air. The Daring Dwarf fled back to the abode to discover that the
faerie princess had returned? He couldn't believe his eyes!
“Where
have you been!” exclaimed the startled advisor.
“Off
and about adventuring.” came her nonchalant reply.
“We
were worried sick....” said the advisor trying to regain his
composure.
The
Daring Dwarf stuck out his hand, “Pleased to meet you, ma'am.”
She
eyed him curiously. Here was a man who had adventures everyday, and
no one worried where he was or what he was doing. She shook his hand.
Then shooed the advisor from the room.
“I'm
sorry for putting you through all this trouble.” she said,
“Sometimes, I just want to get away. So today I did.”
“No
worries, ma'am. Just was doing my job.”
“Can
I do anything to make it up to you?” she asked in earnest.
“Know
anyone who'd be a good sidekick?” he asked.
“Me?”
The
Daring Dwarf thought this over for a moment.
“You're
hired!”
She
smiled as he hopped on his dirt bike riding into the sunset.
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