Killing Fairies by Querus Abuttu

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My heart sank down to my toes...my elation at having made and sipped my own homemade honeysuckle tea completely extinguished with the newfound realization of the crime I'd just committed. And now, I was sickened at the thoughts that began to fill my mind, as I pondered what would be best thing to do with the deceased fairy body.

But did I really commit a crime? The thought DID come to mind, of course... I mean, there are no laws against killing fairies, because supposedly fairies don't exist.

Wow, I could prove fairies exist!!! What a discovery!!' I could barely contain my elation with this idea. Then my joy quickly plummeted as I realized I would forever be labeled in history as the first human to both find and simultaneously kill a living fairy. My poor family! How could I saddle myself, and them, with such a historic disgrace? No, showing the world that fairies existed wasn't the best option this time, not if I wanted my children to avoid being labeled the prodigy of a fairy killer.

What to do, what to do.... I tapped my fingers to the question, drumming them on the top of the pot. Burying the body outside wasn't an option. What if the other fairies, (IF there were other fairies), had seen me accidentally take one of their pale comrades into the house? They would surely be waiting and watching me when I came out of the building again. I considered just dumping the body with the blossoms into the garbage like I always do with the waste from tea.


But then, that type of burial is certainly unbecoming for a fairy, and what if one of my family somehow discovered the body? That was an option that was out of the question, as well as grinding the winged creature up in the garbage disposal.

I made detailed calculations concerning the results of the garbage disposal method. I could not imagine how many fairy parts would be scattered and squished against the plumbing below my kitchen sink and who knew what the fairy blood might do to the pipes?

I could flush it down the toilet, came another thought, ...like the burials frequently reserved for goldfish. Yet, I couldn't see flushing a fairy body down the toilet. Certainly, if fairies existed in the honeysuckle, then other creatures quite probably existed in the sewers as well. What if the fairy body was found by some honest sewer creature, and the murder reported to the fairy police?

My ponderings, while seemingly insane, I assure you, were quite sane since prior to my experience fairies were considered only mythical creatures. Now that I knew they existed, anything was possible.

Well, there's only one way I can see out of the dilemma.., I concluded,...only one way to dispose of the body and not leave a trace.

I lifted up the Brown Betty, and went in to a room in the center of the house, a small study, where there were no windows. I shut the door, and turned out the lights, and opened the teapot. Though lifeless, the fairy body presented my eyes with a faint, residual iridescent glow. I used my thumb and index finger, and gingerly picked the body up.