For the get green bloghop at Mark's blog... I emailed him; about having nothing remotely Irish in me, though some 19th century Irish thinkers loved to postulate their theories of racial ties of Druids with Indian Aryans based on language similarities. He baited me in with the hook of a flash fiction on Wee men and their pot of gold. Well Mark, a belated St. Patrick's day.
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She came gliding in
her emerald studded, golden glass slippers. The swishing of the grass
gown, distracting.
"Very
green" grumbled one the members seated on the semi circular rainbow table,
secretly wishing he was single.
"Energetic,
not our trait." the wee woman's nasal snarl.
The hatted man
chuckled happily, gathering ominous stares from the others. He
ignored them, thrilled at the prospect of a female assistant. Bushy eyebrows and matching beards tortured
his daily vision.
"Oh my!
Exquisite shoes!" the secretary with her hand on her heart.
" Boyfriend’s
gift for St.George's day." Leaned closer and mouthed in her ear.
"English!! Ya
codding me? Wind your neck in, Colleen," the older woman cautioned.
She laughed
happily, showing off her perfect, square teeth made of gold.
She moved to where
the impatient trio waited, pulled out a chair, and passed her green leather folder.
Pale hands went
through the embellished cards neatly stacked in chronological order.
Accompanied by sighs and eyebrows lifted in disbelief, it passed at last to the older
man .
He winked at her; she winked back conspiratorially.
"Impressive accomplishments. A talented family
indeed." He added with a smug look.
"King
Midas?" barely withholding a snuffle.
"That would
be my great-great-great grandfather. Tricked into touching his favourite
daughter was so devious."
The snarl turned
into a smirk.
The soon to be single man,
"His sister. Smart duo. As Cleopatra's bosom friend, she taught her the womanly viles."
"Who is Silas
Marner?"
"Oh...that
would be Móraí...can I tell a secret?"
Wizened eyes
sparkled. "She never..."
She looked at her
uncle warningly. "She loved him. Espie foiled her plans."
"Dubai
shopping festival?”
"Brother Patrick. They love gold even black ones ."
"What do you
bring on board?"
"Federal
Reserve vaults. Three bars for three plus three given."
Few minutes of
hushed conversation,
"Welcome, our
newest portfolio manag..."
The secretary
interrupted, “ Lucifer on the line, again..."
“ Tell him, 'Leprechaun
Gold Inc' are greed investors not soul collectors.”
WC 333
Not Irish, not Leprechaun but can I spin a tale? Tell me pleash...
For those unfamiliar with:
St.George's day - Holiday of patron saint of England
St.Patrick's day - Holiday of patron saint of Ireland
Irish Slang -
Codding me - kidding me
Wind your neck in - be careful, think about it
Colleen - young Irish woman.
Móraí - Grandma in Irish Gaelic
