Fergus Eugene O’Shay

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Vernon took a step back. “I’m sorry, but why I should trust you? For all I know, you’ve been confined because you’re a raving lunatic or a bloodthirsty murderer or—”

“—an honest fool who celebrated his best mate’s weddin’ with a wee bit too much nectar. I tell ya, me boyo, it’s humiliatin’ enough ta hafta admit to a total stranger that I got meself stuck in this embarrassin’ predicament — can ya even begin imaginin’ the grief me wife’s gonna bless me with when I git home? I’m dead sober now. When I git home, I’m just gonna be dead.”

It hurt, but for the first time in days, Vernon laughed. He could smell the hopper’s fermented breath and see the simple truth in his eyes.

“All right, my friend, I think I can help.” With a grimace, he flitted to the back of the flower and pricked the stem where it joined the blossom’s head. Its jaws opened, and its prisoner leaped out.

“Thank’ee. Yer a good lad!” He bowed low, “Fergus Eugene O’Shay, at yer service.”

The Queen’s Liaison clenched his wounds and pushed courtesy aside. “I’m Vernon,” he replied. “You saw what happened?”

“Aye, that I did. Might I be askin’ first whose friend ya ahre?”

Words spun out of his dizziness. “The snail’s… Two wasps… captured her.”

Eyes wide, Fergus stared at the gash on Vernon’s chest. “Yer the one that fancy fella went off ta kill, then, ahre ya? Is that why yer bleedin’? He’s dead then, is he?”

Vernon nodded as his knees buckled and the meadow went dim.

To be continued. . .

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Having survived valve repair surgery and an experimental cardiac bypass at age 5, three years before it was an accepted medical procedure, Susan grew into the size of her overworked and enlarged heart. Maybe she thought she had enough to give it away -- twice. Both times, she had to retrieve the shattered pieces and puzzle them back together. She thanks her Dad for the only advice of his she ever followed to the letter: "Never get married. Learn to take care of yourself." So of course she is a writer. Susan has co-written a YA SciFi novel, and has three more novels in various stages of evolution. She's had several short stories published in other people's anthologies, some of which were contest-related. Let her tell you a story... View all posts by Sue Ranscht