"Right, let's get this done quickly, shall we? I've got a backlog to clear," said the man in a tiara at her door. A cigarette dangled from his lips. "My fault for taking that wee bit of a bender."
"Uh?" She blinked. "Who are you?"
"Silly girl." Smoke curled from his lips as he smiled. "Your fairy godmother."
Mouth falling agape, she stared.
"Listen love, I'm parked in a blue zone - let's hurry this along." The dangling cigarette bobbed as he spoke. "Your Prince Charming - Stan from Sheboygan - will meet you here in two days." He thrust a business card into her hand.
"Wear something frilly with a bit of cleavage - he likes that sort of thing." As he turned from her door, his four-inch stilettos clicked on the tiles.
"Bugger! Almost forgot - one thing." Remembering, he circled back. "Don't eat the chocolates. Seriously. You got all that?"
She nodded.
"Alright, dear - kiss, kiss." He mimed a kiss to both cheeks in the air.
Sally from Sarahsville backed away and closed her door. After a moment, she looked down at the card in her hand.
"That's the last time I order the Chef's Special."
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A/N: This drobble has been turned into a short story -- check out Stan in my list of works.
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Grand Prix (5th Place Finalist)
Historia CortaThis is a collection of my entries in the Grand Prix Challenge from The Pub club sponsored by @ChallengeCorner. Twelve prompts, twenty-five contestants. Let the race begin!
