Unwilling Armchair Rookie

By Ami (Gypsie) Offenbacher-Ferris

In Response to G.C.’s photo prompt:

The tiny armchair fairy peeked out into the room before her, shocked and dismayed at the disarray of food containers, pizza boxes and beer cans that lay strewn everywhere. Her charge was no where to be seen and of course when present, she could not be seen either. It presented a difficult obstacle, but one she was determined to overcome in order to win her full set of fairy wings.

The little fairy eyed the mess, clapped her junior fairy wings together and within seconds, the room was pristine. The big hu-man, the one she had been charged with, lumbered back into the now clean room, stopped for a second and looked around before he fell backwards into his stained, overstuffed and over used armchair. The hu-man nearly crushed the little fairy, but she was fast as lightening and extracted herself easily.

The hu-man began yelling and shaking his fist at the big box with the moving lights inside. Upon further inspection, she determined there was some kind of game going on where bigger, younger hu-man’s trying to ram each other with their huge, helmet covered heads. These tactics seemed to upset the fairies hu-man, which was completely unacceptable.

Flitting behind the box, the little fairy removed the cord, causing the box to go suddenly silent. Her hu-man erupted, stomping over to the contraption to pound on its top; she quickly hoisted the plug back into its socket and the box sprang back to life, quieting the hu-man substantially.

So, her hu-man was only happy if the hu-man’s in the light box were yelling and he could yell with them. That’s easily fixable, she thought. Clapping her gossamer wings together she produced three more light boxes for her hu-man, all frozen permanently on those games with bowls and balls. Her hu-man was ecstatic. The little fairy sat back, patiently awaiting her full set of ultra-gossamer fairy wings.