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  Fliers

  By: Laura Mae

  Fliers by Laura Mae

  www.lauramaeauthor.com

  © 2018 Laura Mae

  All rights reserved. No portion of this book may be reproduced in any form without permission from the publisher, except as permitted by U.S. copyright law. For permissions contact:

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  Second Edition

  ISBN: 9781980330677

  I am dedicating this book to my family, because family is the most important thing in the world.

  Marti, Larry, Summah Lummah and Scooter.

  Love you guys.

  Chapter One

  With no control of anything going on, Sydona Wilder watched from the closet as men in white coats entered her home. The look on her parents’ faces burned into her memory. Her mother offered them coffee, but only as a standard gesture. One of the white coats sat stiffly on the couch with a blank expression while the other poked around the house. Her father grew impatient because he knew why they were there. Her father and the men had only said two things to each other before the men grabbed him. Sydona shook at the scene happening before her eyes. As she covered her wet, red eyes with her hair, her mother pulled her out of the closet.

  “Grab Raoul. Now.” Her mother kissed her forehead and pushed her out the back patio door. Sydona stumbled but kept going, wiping her tears as she ran across the backyard. Approaching the oak tree, she called for her fairy, Raoul, who appeared within seconds. Evelyn joined them shortly after and shoved a green tote bag into Sydona’s arms.

  “Take him and run. Run as far as you can, Syd! Don’t worry about us; we’ll be fine. I need you to remember this. Don’t trust anyone. Raoul is the only one you can trust now. Don’t let them take you. You’re my special girl...” Evelyn choked back tears. She grabbed Sydona’s face with both hands, and Sydona memorized her mother's eyes, fearing that she may never see them again.

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  A rooster call forced Sydona’s purple eyes to open, relieving her of the painful reoccurring dream. Trying her best not to dwell, she stretched her arms up high and let out a big yawn. She looked out the window as the sun peeked above the nearby treetops. A loud snore from a tiny, red-winged fairy asleep on the windowsill disrupted the peaceful scene, but it just made her smile. She then grabbed a golden frame on her night stand that pictured a young couple in a black and white photo from the early thirties. The man held the woman around the waist, and she had a hand on her extended, round belly. Sydona outlined her young mother’s face with her index finger and gave the photo a quick peck before setting it back down.

  Going about her normal morning, she headed down the creaky stairwell to the kitchen, grabbed her wicker basket, and strolled out the back door to her luscious garden. It was ripe with carrots, cucumbers, radishes, broccoli, and cauliflower. She set her basket down next to the carrots and radishes and bent down to start digging them up. Reaching to her side, she pulled out a sharp, small blade with inscriptions that read Borba i amor bez strah, and it made her smile. Written in the ancient language of the fairies, it would always have a special meaning in her heart.

  Once she finished in the garden, she headed behind her great blue, two story home. Bright green vines decorated the white columns that held up the wrap around porch and even covered some of the windows on the second floor. Popping inside a small wooden shed on the west side of the house, she scooped up some chicken feed from a large plastic container and opened the gate to greet six hens and one mighty rooster. Using one hand to hold the food and the other to fan it out amongst the clutter of chickens, she did her best not to step on any of them as they always seemed to get under her feet. Soon, a fleet of fairies that lived in the giant oak tree a few feet away from the garden came to her aid. One of the fairies, sporting red see-through wings a smidge smaller than his sixteen centimeter self, was Sydona’s best friend, Raoul. He wouldn’t help feed the chickens so much as jokingly boss his family members around and sit to chat with Sydona. Raoul was very proud of his thick brown hair that he always styled with a bit of tree sap and was afraid running around with the chickens would mess it up too much. As the fairies finished feeding the birds, she took the opportunity to gather up the eggs from the coop that she handmade for them.

  Sydona wiped her hands off on her worn blue jeans, grabbed her basket full of vegetables along with the eggs, and went back inside the house to wash up. She set the food down on a small space she cleared off on the counter and began to store everything in containers to put in the fridge. While washing her hands, she looked outside and realized it was around 8 a.m. With help from the fairies over the years, she learned to keep in touch with nature and rarely looked at the clock. She yelled out Raoul’s name, and he joined her in the kitchen while she gathered up a worn green tote bag. Strapping it across her body, she then grabbed her keys from the table by the front door. She locked her house up tight with a couple extra pushes on the handle. She squinted at the morning sun on her way over to her red Jeep and placed sunglasses on top of her head.

  With a sputter from the engine and a heavy sigh, she backed down the long dirt driveway that wound for a quarter of a mile before meeting the paved country road to the city. The drive was long, but she always had the company of Raoul and her favorite radio station that played classical music. She always dreaded getting to the city because of all the traffic and the constant honking of horns in every direction. Only five minutes in standing traffic and Sydona’s eyes would flash green with frustration, but it always made Raoul laugh.

  “Might be a good time to wear your sunglasses, Syd,” Raoul said, snickering in the passenger's seat with his legs sprawled out.

  Sydona agreed and tried not to laugh as she placed the dark concealing glasses on her pale face. Once the traffic finally let up, she drove down a less congested part of town and found a parking spot on the side of the road. Throwing her bag back over her shoulder, Sydona opened a gap in the top, and Raoul routinely dove inside. Walking down the familiar sidewalk, she nodded her head toward a large man sitting on a stool in front of a modest newspaper stand.

  “Ey there Syd, how we doin’ today?” the man asked.

  Sydona smiled. “I’m great Jim, how about you?” she asked as she read the front pages of some magazines full of celebrities she had never heard of.

  “Still here, ain’t I?” he chuckled, “What’s you gettin’ today?”

  “Oh, I think just this one.” She handed him a newspaper called the Chicago Tribune and grabbed some change out of her pocket.

  “Thank yous. You have a good day, miss Sydona, a’ight?”

  “You too, Jimmy. Stay cool,” Sydona said and waved her hand as she moved along.

  Walking her normal path to the local farmers market a few blocks away, she observed the city scene. She held her head high and tried to focus on more familiar sounds like birds and the wind blowing through the trees stuck in the concrete sidewalk instead of the car honks, beepers, and people yelling at each other. She did enjoy looking in store windows that had clothes she could only dream of owning, though they weren’t practical like her jeans that needed to have pockets for supplies or boots to support her ankles for running. Peering down at her own steel-toed brown boots she put on that morning, she grinned with satisfaction. Catching her reflection, she got a second look at her simple white tank-top that fitted her perfectly. Loose clothes could be grabbed. This theory failed when it came to her dirty blonde hair, however, as it reached down past the middle of her back. She noticed she had dirt on her fair white-skinned cheek. She wiped it away swiftly and continued on her way.

  Finally, she arrived in a quieter part of the city filled with local farmers lined up on either side with hand painted signs. She always stopped at a fruit stand with some u
sual faces smiling from behind the wooden frame with mangos, limes, and cantaloupes hanging in baskets.

  “Hey, Syd!” a kid yelled from behind the stand as she approached. He ran up to her and gave her a big hug, squeezing the tote that Raoul was in. Sydona heard Raoul make a grunting sound and quickly removed the kid off her tote.

  Sydona grabbed his shoulders. “Joseph! How are ya, buddy?”

  A boy about seven years old with shaggy short brown hair and little freckles on his face beamed up at her. “Goood… How are you doing?”

  “I’m wonderful! How’s school going?” Sydona asked Joseph while looking up at a dark brunette woman with her hair pulled back in a messy ponytail. She smiled brightly and rolled up her sleeves.

  “Good. I got lotsa homework though,” Joseph said.

  “Oh,” Sydona laughed, “I do not miss those days!” She glanced up at his mother, Annie, who laughed with her and nodded in agreement.

  “So, how’s the garden doing?” Annie asked.

  “It’s good. You know, water, dig, water, dig,” she said while examining the fruit for spots.

  Annie nodded. “Well, you know, I’m still recovering from that storm we had last week. How did you recover so quickly?” she asked.

  Sydona paused for a second. When the storm hit, the fairies helped clean up and get everything back in order. What took days for most only took mere hours with the help of her fairy friends. Of course, no one could know about the fairies, and Sydona hated to arouse suspicion. She quickly came up with an excuse. “Oh, I uh, had help. Had some family in town at the time,” she answered while avoiding eye contact and inspecting her items.

  “Oh,” Annie said, “Well, I would’ve come and helped you out.”

  “Aw, thank you, but it’s fine now,” she said, grabbing

  her last kiwi. “I appreciate it, though.”

  Annie placed Sydona’s kiwis in a bag. “Yeah, not a problem.” She changed the subject. “You know, I’ve always wondered something. How come you can grow vegetables, but you always come here to buy fruit? Why don’t you just grow fruit trees?”

  “Well...” she confessed. “I’m pretty sure I have bugs or something. I’ve tried everything to get rid of them, but it seems like nothing works.” The real reason was because her fairies were fruit fanatics, and when the fruit became ripe, by morning it would all be devoured.

  Raoul blurted out a muffled laugh inside her bag that she hoped she could only hear.

  “Alright, it’s gonna be five fifty,” Annie said, and Sydona handed over the cash.

  “Well, I’ll see you in a few days,” Sydona said to Annie and peered over at Joseph. “You behave now, and stay out of trouble, okay?” She grabbed his shoulder and grinned.

  “I will…” Joseph answered, swaying back and forth bashfully on the balls of his feet. “You too!”

  Sydona laughed as she left the stand. She continued to stroll down the street to another sidewalk full of businessmen and people who always seemed to be in a hurry. She walked past a wall that a had a huge graffiti symbol of a wing outline surrounded by a circle. She walked this street frequently and had never seen it before. Thinking it might be fresh, she furrowed her brow in curiousness but continued on her way to the car.

  They finally returned home, and the sunset never looked more beautiful to her as it burst through her kitchen windows. She grabbed her bag full of fruit, walked into her messy kitchen, and spread it out on the countertop. Wandering over to the living room, she opened up an old recipe book with a fruit cake on the front cover. She then began to cut the apples, mangos, pineapples and kiwis into little pieces and put them into a cake mix. She prepared to bake the dessert, placed it in the oven, and set the kitchen timer.

  Once she completed her baking, she boxed the cake up and headed outside where the fireflies began to shine. The insects made the backyard sparkle as the sun dove behind the trees. Sydona helped the countless number of fairies to build a bonfire that reached easily ten feet high. She took a seat on a wooden stump among the fairies, and they all patiently waited for something to begin. Soon, a fairy with a large headdress and robes joined the rest of the party, and everyone hushed.

  “Welcome, welcome, welcome one and all!” He had a much deeper voice than other male fairies. He floated proudly in front of the fairy tree that was decorated in white lights and shiny objects as he addressed the crowd. “Tonight! Tonight is a big night for one of our little fairies, Jubilee! On this day, four years ago, she was birthed onto this great planet. The spirits have blessed me, Shaman Faro, to grant this beautiful young darling her dust to make her fly! This tradition as most of you know has come to be known as our Vila Prah, or--VIP as some youngsters have modernized it. However, the acronym deems valid as Jubilee is a very important person tonight. At this time, please donate some of your own dust to her pedestal in which she will sleep on tonight. Your donations are very helpful, and the more of you who donate, the more the Spirits will bless us in great ways! Alright, enough chit chat! Let’s all do what we do best before the ceremony. Let’s party!”

  Four fairies flew out from behind the tree carrying a little fairy with yellow wings and made their way to the center. Jubilee wore a lace pink dress made by her grandmother and a flower hat made by her mother. Music started up, followed by cheering and dancing. Sydona opened up her box to reveal the fruit cake, and it was the hit of the night. It always surprised her how much an average fairy could consume. VIP was her favorite day to look forward to because it was her way of rewarding everyone for their hard work in helping her with the chickens and storms. It was also a chance for her to socialize and get to know more of Raoul’s family. They were always growing, and it was hard for her to keep up sometimes. Seeing young fairies get their ‘wings’ was moving for her, and she loved seeing the looks on their faces when they could finally fly. Jubilee had been gabbing on about it for the past month to Raoul, and Sydona could tell he was getting sick of it.

  After a few hours, the party came to an end, and it was time for the Vila Prah to commence. Everyone waved at Jubilee as she entered a hole in the tree that had her wooden pedestal covered in fairy dust. Shaman Faro closed off the area with a sheet as he performed his ritual. Sydona took her box of cake crumbs and headed back to the house, but not before searching for Raoul. She found him surrounded by three giggly fairies.

  “I’m heading to bed. Are you coming?” Sydona asked with a yawn.

  Raoul kissed a fair skinned, blue-winged fairy on her dainty hand as she blushed tomato red. “In a minute, Syd.”

  Sydona sighed and headed up the stairs to get ready for bed. Raoul flew up shortly after to his own little bed on the windowsill that overlooked the backyard to search for the fairy he kissed goodnight.

  “Hey, that was a great party, Raoul! I’m happy for Jubilee. She’ll be able to follow you anywhere now!” Sydona said sarcastically.

  Raoul ignored her tone and had a silly grin on his face from the blue-winged fairy. “Yes, it was…”

  “Goodnight, buddy,” she said as she turned off the lantern sitting on her side table and pulled a handmade quilt over herself.

  “Sweet dreams, Syd,” Raoul answered as he slipped into his tiny bed.

  The next morning, the trusty rooster called out again, and the sun blinded her barely opened eyes. She threw her feather pillow over her head and tried to get a few more minutes of sleep from a late night of partying. After a few more calls from the rooster, she finally got out of bed. She began her day with brushing her teeth while trying to get dressed at the same time. She rummaged through her messy closet for a white tank top and her favorite one shouldered red top. Struggling to fit her shirt over her toothbrush, she got toothpaste residue on her hair, forcing her to put it up in a ponytail. Once she got situated with dressing herself, she headed to the shed to feed the chickens. As she reached down to scoop out the corn, she found it was almost empty, and she frowned. Shaking her head in confusion, she went to look for Raoul. Hiking back up thro
ugh the chicken pen as they pecked at her feet, she apologized and closed the gate. As she entered the back door, she spotted Raoul on the counter munching on a mango like a ravenous hyena.

  “Morning,” Raoul said with his mouth full.

  “Wasting no time eating, I see,” she said, grabbing an orange and digging her nail into the peel.

  “It was just staring at me.” He wiped his mouth of mango juices.

  She smirked. “I’m sure it was, Raoul,” she said and popped an orange slice in her mouth. “Oh, are you coming to the city with me today?” Sydona threw her peels away.

  “We just went yesterday! What do we need to go back for?” Raoul paused his eating.

  “I’m glad you asked! On my way out to the chicken coop this morning I could have sworn there was more feed in there, and now, there’s barely a handful.”

  Raoul blushed and turned away from her with eyes darting in every direction.

  “Do you know anything about this?” Sydona asked and crossed her arms with a stern but not entirely serious face.

  “Noooo…”

  Sydona tapped her boot quickly without saying a word.

  Raoul threw his hands up. “Fine! A bunch of us were a little buzzed on fermented fruit and got into the chicken coop…”

  “What--did you eat it?”

  “Ew no!” Raoul made a sour face and stuck his tongue out. “We… got the idea if we took enough corn and planted it, you could grow corn! We were trying to help!”

  Sydona’s face lightened, and she burst out laughing. “Whose brilliant idea was this?”

  Raoul slumped over with his wings low. “Mine…”

  “Well, congrats! Now we need to go back into town and get more,” Sydona said and gathered up her things for the trip back to the city.

  Raoul put down the rest of mango and lazily flew to the table at the front door, waiting for Sydona.