Fairy Godmother for Hire

Closet Memories

Closet Memories {{10}}


Practically dragging myself into the apartment, I throw myself on the couch and Leo falls into the love seat beside me. That was a really long walk and my feet have blisters on them now.

Ow.

I excuse myself for a shower but before I get the bathroom Leo says my name.

"Yes?" I yawn.

"Thank you." Leo mumbles as he takes off his jacket.

"For?" This pulls me from the hallway to the living room where he sits down exhausted.

"For making me go tonight. I really like her." He sighs.

It seems like it took him to swallow his pride to say that. I smirk on the inside and I'm too mean to say anything snarky so I just opt for a your welcome. Then getting a shower. A much needed shower.



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I stand in my pajamas and look at my disaster called my closet. Do you how hard it is for me to get rid of clothes?

Very. Very very hard.

I've lived for 530 years. That's a lot of clothes. My closet holds so many memories, yet because of that it's overfilling.

I pull different items from my closet and throw them on my bed. I pick up a red, yellow, and orange polka dot dress. I pop on the outfit with the matching hat and gogo boots and it brings back so many memories.



1962_London

The latest track spins on the turn table. I jump on the table and do the newest dance that all the cool kids are doing. My head grazes the ceiling fan but I could careless.

Paul sits on the couch watching and laughing at me. I smile and wink at him. He's so stinkin cute.

"Baby, get down." He laughs.

"Join me!" I hop off the table to turn the music louder and take his hand to dance with me. Paul grabs my hands and we dance together on the table, not caring about our shoe scuffs or the fact that it's a 5 star hotel.

John walks in from his room and gives us a weird look. But this is a normal day for us.

"You're always weird when your with her." John comments and smiles.

"It's the '60s baby. Time to be alive and free and have fun!" I jump off the table in front of John making him jump back.

"You're bloody insane." The two shake their heads and turn the radio station.
I look in the mirror to fix my hat. It's good to be young and beautiful. I wink at myself in the mirror and go back to dancing with the boys, this time getting John to dance with us.


I change out of the dress and placing it back on the hanger. I miss those guys.

I dig in the back of the closet for an old piece. It's still has the few tears and blood stains on the skirt. The simple brown skirt, tan shirt, with the faded tie all hang pressed.

I grab the uniform and place the hat on my head. Walking to the mirror I hold the outfit in front of me.




1944_Italy


Gunfire can be heard off in the distance. At the beginning, every shot made me flinch, sadly I'm used to it now. You learn to get used to the smell of blood and gunpowder.

The guy who's bandage I'm wrapping keeps staring at my butt. Which I don't blame him, this skirt is very tight. It's the same thing my girlfriends and I do when ever we see Joe DiMaggio play ball.

Thank The Lord for baseball pants.

"Excuse me, soldier, please keep your eyes from my backside or I'll give you something to cry about." I smile politely.

I walk to check on another patient and I hear shouting coming from the tents. The adventurer in me says to check it out. But the nurse side says I should stay and work.

Oh what the hell!

So that's what I do, I hesitantly walk outside. The sun is pouring down and people are running around, more than usual. I see three guys walking along the dirt road and a person is on a carrying cot.

The doctor is beside him and is yelling at me to help. My adrenaline kicks in and I run over to help. He must have came from the mountains where the fighting is going on. As I Look down I take a breathe and freeze. Another nurse runs to the person on the cot and someone runs to me.

"Are you alright?" I run after the man on the cot. I grab his hand and he squints in the sun a little.

"Rosie," He smiles. His teeth are caked with blood and the dirt is covering his face. I allow myself to look down to see both of his legs are gone from the knee down. My tears fall on his face turning the dirt wet.

"Charlie, I love you." I sniffle.

"Someone get her out of here!" The doctor shouts me.

"What?!" I choke on my hot tears. My friend, Daisy, grabs me by the shoulders and drags me away from his body on the opperating table. I push away and run back to him. I give him a teary kiss as they cut open his shirt. He winks at me as they pull me back away.

I sit outside the tent and cry into Daisy's shoulder for the next 26 minutes. 26 minutes and 14 seconds. 26 minutes and 14 seconds until the Daisy went in to check on him. 27 minutes and 45 seconds until I found out he we gone.

Dead.

Charlie was dead.

I ring my hat in my hands as I cry into her shoulder again. She whispers things into my hear, but they are non-existent as only one thing is on my mind. One thing. One person.

More men are rushed in and I have to snap into action. I smooth the creases in my skirt and place my hat back on my head. I look in the reflection of a mug to wipe away the running mascara and apply a new coat if lipstick.

I have to forget about my broken heart to save lives.

It has to be done.




Snapping back to reality, I quickly grab the hat from my head and throw it along with my uniform onto my bed. Too many bad memories in one outfit. Time to find a happier outfit. Something that's almost as old as I am.

I dig longer. My eyes spot a soft brown dress dress, very faded. Perfect.





1592_The Queen's Chambers



"Ma'am, you have to sit still." The painter begs the queen for the hundredth time today.

"I'm sorry, but this is ridiculous." The queen huffs and I giggle.

"Your highness, as revolting as this is, the palace needs one great painting of you." I smile at my queen.

"I suppose your right." Elizabeth smiles and winks before she looks back at the painter. He sighs as she sits still.
She messes with the bouquet of autumn flowers that rest in her lap.

"Enough!" She says. But her voice echoes the room. "We will finish this later. Come on Miss Briar Rose." We laugh and leave the room. She wraps her arm through mine and we run through the palace. I look along the walls of the great palace. Portraits hang of kings and queens of the past, now their all dead. Shame.

"Your highness, may I ask you something?" I look over at her.

"Go on." Elizabeth nods.

"Are you sure you won't marry?" I smile and ask her again.

"Rose," she laughs. "I've told you this a hundred times. I can't. He'll take all the power and ruin my country."

"Yes, madam, but the duke is so handsome and your children would be beautiful." I smile and Elizabths laughs.

"Miss Rose your head is always filled with fairytales." She leans her head against mine and sighs. "You always speak of love and happily ever afters. Do you believe in such things?" The queen looks over at me.

"Of course I do."

"But it's so childish."

"I don't believe so. I think there is someone out there for everyone. Even the rudest of people. I even believe there is someone out there that can steal my queen's heart and make her happy for all of time." Queen Elizabeth huffs and rolls her eyes.

"Briar Rose, you're young and beautiful, why haven't you found anyone? Don't tell me all the good men are taken." The queen laughs heartily.

"No." I pause to think of an answer. "I just don't like Englishmen." Elizabeth laughs so loud at my answer her chuckle echoes through the hall.

The queen gasps and smiles at me. "I know what we shall do for fun."

"What?" I ask. She laughs and drags me through the corridors not saying a word.



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"As your lady in waiting I have to say this isn't such a good idea, but as your friend I say-let's do it!" I laugh.

Both of us ditch our dresses and heels. We both grab a pair of men's pants and shirts to wear. Also a cloak to cover ourselves in the wind along with black hats. Basically we are dressed as men.

The queen and I saddle our horses and ride into town. This is a new adventure for us. Normally we ride in the field behind the castle but I follow Elizabeth's lead. She stops in front the Globe. Oh not the globe. This won't be good.

"Madam, why are here?" I nervously ask. The queen hops off her horse and adjusts her hat.

"I want to see will to see how he's doing." She laughs at my face I'm making. I tie up my horse and run after the queen into the Globe Theatre.

I over hear talking and laughing. I follow the voices into the upper office. I see the queen standing in frot of someone. I walk in and double take when I see who she's talking to.

Will.

"Briar Rose." He smiles and stands.

"You two know each other?" The queen asks. Will clears his throat and sits back in his chair.

"We used to-know each other." He puts it lightly.

"Mhm." She raises an eyebrow and gives me a knowing look. I just blush and turn away. "What are you working on?"

"A new play." He says. His small office has a bed and a table with chair. Beneath the table are crumbled parchment papers.

"About?" I ask.

"Two lovers. But I'm a little stuck after the 3rd act." Will scratches his the back of his neck with his quill.

"How stuck?" Queen Elizabeth walks over to the table to look over the papers.

"I've started over 3 times." He sighs and stretches in his chair. His fingers and shirt are stained with ink stains.

"The lovers should die." I say out of nowhere.

"Die?" The queen startles.

"Yes. The two lovers die, kill themselves actually." Yes, I'm dramatic, I know.

"They die?..... I like it. It's good." Will dips the quill in the black ink and scribbles on parchment. Queen Elizabeth looks over at me and winks. She has been my best friend these last years.

"What are you calling it?" She asks him.

"Bartholomew and Juliet." He reads off the paper.

"What?!" I laugh and the queen snickers with me, but more queen like.

"You can't call it that, it's terrible." I lean against the wall and look at will.

"Well you give it a name." Will rolls his eyes.

"Uh. Um. Ok." I walk around the room.

Name. A name. What name?

"Romeo." I smile and turn back to Will. "Romeo and Juliet." Will sighs and rolls his eyes. Then he turns to write it down.

"Haha! You're good. Have a good day William. Come on Briar Rose." Will stands, bows to her, and she leaves. I follow, but he stops me.

"You look good." He smiles. "Even if your wearing men's clothes." Will smirks.

"Goodbye Shakespeare."





I set the dress down. I miss those two. Shakespeare let me read his first draft and I thought the play was crap. But I'm very dramatic.

Obviously the whole world loves a story about two teens who kill themselves along with the a bunch of their friends and family.


I'll find one more outfit. Just one. A red and white polka dot dress white a thin black belt. My favorite dress of the 30's. 1939 the summer I fell in love again with a writer. Oh writers. They say everything better.




1939_Madrid




I stir my espresso and take a sip. I set my gloves and purse on the small table. The day couldn't be more perfect. The sun is shinning bright and the breeze blows through just enough. I pull my book out and start at my last spot. Café De Flores. A Spanish love of mine. The dainty café draws a lot of attraction, particularly mine.

"What are you reading?" I look up from my book and turn around to look at the person who asked the question. The man sits at the cafe table behind me, his newspaper blocks the view from his face. He's obviously American by his accent.

"Farewell to Arms".I turn back around.

"Any good?" He asks.

"Not bad." I shrug and try to find my place in the book.

"What is a pretty girl like you doing in Spain at this time?" Can he stop asking me questions.

"How do you know I'm pretty?" I ask to humor him.

"I saw you earlier. So why are you here?" He's persistent all right. I turn my chair so I can face him.

"Can you put that paper down?" I ask.

"I'm reading." The man says.

"And I'm not?" I laugh. "Why are you here?" I close my book, it's not like I'm going be reading anytime soon with him around.

"I'm a journalist."

"Well I'm late for my siesta." I stand up, grab my purse, and gloves.

"Miss, are you seeing anyone? Anyone in the war?" And he's noisy.

"Wouldn't you like to know." I smirk. I start to walk away.

"Wait!" He yells. He still won't move the paper, but I walk closer to his table. "What's your name señorita?"
I tap my foot, annoyed at this journalist.

"Uh. I'm Rosa. What about you Americano?" He laughs.

"I'm Ernest." He folds his paper in half, gives me a smile and a wink.
I roll my eyes and can't help but laugh.

"Ernest is it?" I take a seat next to him and put away my book.



He always said he'd write about me.


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There's a little look into her past.
Yes she was friends with John Lennon, Paul McCartney, Queen Elizabeth I, and Ernest Hemingway.

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