I don't normally post on Thursday, but today I'm pulling double duty. So feel free to also swing by Chocolate & Spice to catch my blog post on why we can't seem to get enough paranormal.
Colleen and Alexia threw together this St. Patty's Day blogfest. Point is to do a very brief (200-ish words) flash fiction about anything Irish.
Me, I chose to play with the typical stereotypes. There is a prize involved, so feel free to talk me up in the comments so the judges pick me! And then go here to check out the rest of the participants.
After all these years, I finally found me a leprechaun! He ain't happy 'bout it, but I'm stalking his arse until we get to the end of this rainbow. I always knew this day would come, even when they told me I was gone in the head for believing in wee little men who wear green leotards.
"Had a few too many pints of whiskey, Shamus?" they said.
Gah! Feckers didn't want to believe I could do it, so they'll be getting none of me gold. They can buy their own damn Guinness.
"How much longer 'til we get there, squirt?" I asked the little feller.
He turned around to glare at me -- looking like two and a half feet of emerald fury -- before a creepy smile crawled onto his face. "Not much further now."
I didn't like that look, but kept my yap shut.
When we rounded a bend in the trees and the rainbow came to an end, tears o' joy streamed down me face. But one look inside the black cast-iron pot and my heart sank. "Are those . . . potatoes?"
With a smug smile, he gave a shrug of one shoulder. "Bad economy."
So, after all these years, I still don't have me pot of gold . . .but I do got a lovely stuffed leprechaun now hanging above the fireplace.
Also, because this is the holiday of my people and I love all things Irish, here's a little bonus. This is what's considered "Irish Rap".