“Why do they call them fairy tales? I don’t see any romance around here. What a dead zone,” said the green winged fairy Daisy. “Fairy guys are clueless. Totally clueless.”
“All they want is sex, and then they fly off to who knows where,” said the yellow winged fairy Iris.
Andy listened as the group of angry female fairies, nodding his head to show his empathy for their situation.
“It is all the fault of that Berrie fool,” said the pink winged fairy Belinda.
“Berry? Like the fruit?” asked Andrew.
“NOOOOOO,” screeched Belinda. “That fucking idiot who wrote about that fucking idiot Peter Pan.”
“Fucking idiots,” yelled all of the fairies.
“Ladies, ladies, watch your language,” said Andy.
“Since then all of the fairy guys think they’re fucking Peter Pan,” said Daisy.
“Fucking Peter Pan,” yelled all of the fairies.
“And we don’t want to be stinking Wendys or stinking Tinker Bells,” yelled Belinda.
“Stinking Wendy and Tinker Bell,” yelled all of the fairies.
“Ladies,” said Andy. “The fairy men can’t ALL be like that.”
The fairies, all ten of them, scowled and crossed their little arms.
“Love and romance isn’t always so easy,” said Andy.
“Of course it is,” said a tiny white winged fairy. “You’re a Vampire. That is synonymous with sexy male romance.”
“You’ve been reading too many books and seeing too many weird movies. Do you see any women here? I haven’t been in love since… not for a long time.”
“Shawna,” the fairies all said in a hushed whisper.
“Yes, not since Shawna.”
“Tell us how you met again. Tell us again,” cried the fairies.
“We met on a beach in Patagonia. She was on an archeological dig. I was trying traveling and trying to find myself. We danced on the beach, under the moonlight. We fell in love. She was fifty two. I was a hundred and sixty two but I didn’t think the age difference would matter.”
“You look like you’re thirty,” said Daisy.
“I know. That can be a problem. I thought it was true love. Then she hesitated. Eventually she left me for a guy she could grow old with. She didn’t want to grow old with me because I don’t grow old. I loved her then, and I will love her always. You can’t imagine how much I miss her.”
“Awwwwww poor Andy,” said all of the fairies in a hushed tone, as they wiped their tiny tears from their tiny eyes.
“Since then I have had lovers, and friends, and stalkers, but nobody has touched my heart like Shawna.”
“You need to call her. Send her a message,” said Belinda.
“Text her. Tell her you love her,” said Daisy.
“Tell her you still love her,” said all of the fairies at once.
Andy gave them a sad smile, sat down at his piano and sang sad love songs. After My Funny Valentine, a group of male fairies came into the room and sat next to the female fairies. The snuggled and listened to Andy’s beautiful voice. They saw a cold tear run down his face, but none of them said a thing.
He played for two hours, until the clock struck midnight, and he heard a voice.
“Andy, you didn’t answer. The door was unlocked so I came in.”
He turned. “Shawna.”
“Andy,” she said.
“What are you doing here?”
“You texted me.”
Andy glanced up at the fairies. Belinda winked at him. She was holding his phone.
“Shawna, how did you get here so fast?”
“I live in Berkeley. I moved up from Los Angeles when… it didn’t work out and I was offered a teaching position at Cal. He left me for another woman. She was younger and… it doesn’t matter. My son is up here and so it made sense. It was a great opportunity. You know, one last big thing before I retire.”
Then her eyes moved to the top of the bookshelf. “Are those fairies?”
“Yes,” said Andy, “and it is time for them to leave.”
And with that the fairies flew out the window and closed it behind them.
He turned up the heat and offered her a glass of wine.
“We need to talk,” said Shawna.
“No, not right now. Not right now. Tonight we need to love,” Andy said, as he put his arms around her. Then he kissed her, just as he kissed her that first time under the light of the Patagonian moon.
And the fairies danced about the garden, thinking up what fun and games they’d have on this summer.
~ Juliette aka Vampire Maman