Source? With Flax, it’s probably better not to ask
Significance? They were proof Flax was,
well, feral
Fate? Worn whenever they could produce maximum
discomfort to observers
Author’s inspiration? They just
came to mind
***
Flax
put on her hacked-feather skirt with caterpillar stockings and her rat-heeled boots. She hoped there would
be food at the party.
Footnote.
These are heavy boots with little rat
tails at the back. Bad fairies love them.
Yes, Flax is back for another entry. She is one of those insistent characters who loves a good Object.
Flax was feral, so she wore feral clothing.
The rat-heeled boots were idea for stomping about, kicking and annoying other
people, especially when the rat-tails whipped fetchingly about Flax’s ankles.
When Flax got
into trouble at Miss Kisses’ Academy, she was sentenced to a disciplinary
pinking, but luckily for Flax it was incomplete.
In
the Daisy Dorm the other fairies were writing in their Sweet Deed Books before
afternoon lessons. They stared as Flax dragged off the puffy pink frock and
climbed into bed, rat-heeled boots and all.
Presumably, Flax found comfort in the
boots. They were always evident when she flew.
She
flapped along, her rat-heeled boots just clearing the rocks and grass.
…and they could be readily weaponised when
Flax was kidnapped.
Flax
did a handspring. Her rat-heeled boots hit Miffsy’s nose.
They were also handy for reflecting her
mood.
Leaving the mouldering mansion behind them,
the bad fairy and the dog-fae set off for the old barn. Flax’s rat-heeled boots
jigged with glee, and the dog-fae waggled its furry tail as it perched on her
shoulder. “It’s a pity I hate you so much,” said Flax. “Otherwise, we make a
very bad team.”
“Rrrrrrr,” said the dog-fae.
After perplexing the kidnappers, Flax
grabbed the ransom.
Her
rat-heeled boots kicked joyfully as she skimmed along, clasping the ransom to
her chest.
It was all excellently bad until…
Flax
kicked the ground. Her rat-heeled boots seemed to be turning fuzzy and
pink. She could feel the tide of
sweetness sneaking over her. The bag of ransom money was making her shoulders
ache. After all, what use was human money to a fairy? Human money could be used
only to buy human goods—
But of course, Flax got her revenge, and
the rat-heeled boots tramped happily into her future.
Flax
stamped about in her rat-heeled boots, offering plates and packets and smiling
sweetly.
…and as anybody but a good fairy knows, when a bad fairy smiles sweetly it’s time
to be out the door.
Sally is Sally Odgers; author, anthologist and reader. You can find you way into her maze of websites and blogs via the portal here.(Sally is me, by the way.)
The goal for 2017 was to write a post a day profiling the background behind one of my books; how it came to be written, what it's about, and any things of note that happened along the way. 2017 is well behind us, but I ran out of year before running out of books. As of June 2018 I STILL hadn't run out of books, but many of those still to come are MIA by which I mean I don't have copies and remember little about them. There are more new books in the pipeline, and I'm certainly showcasing those, but in between times, I'm profiling some of my characters, places, objects and themes. Thank you so much to everyone who's come along on this journey so far!
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