Extract 7 from This Month's Collection: Pixie Dust Dreaming (C.M.'s Collections #7)

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Pixies, trolls and urban policing, things got interesting when the Otherworld renewed its connection to ours. A new suite of crimes sprang into existence overnight…and a new breed of officer had to be found to combat them. This volume brings together all the stories, so far published, of the officers in the Paranormal Operations Squad…and the world in which they strive to maintain the peace.

 Here's an extract from the seventh entry in this month's release of Pixie Dust Dreaming, the 7th collection in my Collections series, which released on the 4th. Links to the collection can be found at: https://books2read.com/u/mY6xvP.

The Christmas-Party Pixie

Written on December 21, 2013, this piece first appeared as the December 18 entry for 365 Days of Flash Fiction, and is once again set in the world of pixie-dust policing. Let’s just say that walking past a Christmas tree, while trying to think of the next piece of flash fiction, had interesting results.

 The pixie hid amongst the Christmas balls, its sparkle masked by tinsel and flashing lights. I couldn’t blame it. Of all the places it could have chosen, this was by far the best. It was also the worst.

From its perch against the tree trunk, it could see what was happening to its nest mates. We’d had to wait for the party to be in full swing before the raid could begin. We couldn’t save them all. How anyone could get off on licking the dust from a living pixie and then, once it was licked clean, putting it into a slow disintegrator to watch it scream and then explode was beyond us all.

If it hadn’t been for the pixie, we’d have missed the priest’s hole and connecting tunnel...

The rest of this entry can be found in the Pixie Dust Dreaming collection.

 


Cover art is by Jake at JCaleb Design, and links to Pixie Dust Dreaming can be found on Books2Read at: https://books2read.com/u/mY6xvP.

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