Leanan Sidhe

100 words about a failing musician who enters into a deal with a faerie muse
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He sprints off. Ignores the groupies. He needs to ponder the implications.

‘Nobody in my dressing room,’ he whispers to his bodyguard.

The number of notes he hit tonight were by far outnumbered by those he missed. His career, his dream is over.

‘Hello darling.’

She’s stunning. But he’s not in the mood.

‘Who let you in?’

‘Don’t blame your man, he isn’t meant to see me.’

She twirls her index finger. Is that magic?

‘You need my help.’

A statement.

He nods.

He’ll come to regret this, no doubt. Tonight, though, he’ll do anything to keep his dream alive.

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8 thoughts on “Leanan Sidhe

  1. Great sense of quiet desperation, how terrifying it must be to feel yourself slipping from the top, how you’d be willing to do… anything. I was confused by the title so I looked it up and ta-da, learned a new term today, thanks!

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