This piece is a flash fiction piece for the Dark Fairy Queen Bridal Shower Anthology. A writerly friend of mine is getting married and a bunch of us are showering her with fiction pieces about love and marriage Enjoy
Marriage is an estate generally considered desirable, or so I am told. I personally never understood what would motivate one to give up so much in terms of freedom and privacy for the addition of companionship, and, what is it they say? Oh yes, love.
This was my unswerving opinion as I dedicated myself solely to my studies in magic, leaving no one surprised that I arrived in my middle years still unattached to any female.
One spring Thursday, I was caught away from home when the skies opened up and drenched me. Despite the warmer weather, I was quite grouchy climbing the tree to my home.
One may imagine my disgruntlement when I found not only Rowan, my assistant, among my books, but also a female Opossum I had never met. They looked up when I shut the door none too gently behind me.
“Reginald!” Rowan hopped up, shoving his round glasses up his nose. They promptly slid down again as he dodged around some books. “Let me take your coat.”
The female Opossum moved to the stove and put on the kettle. “You’re soaked, poor thing! What sort of tea would warm you up?”
Surprised, I grunted, “Ginger,” and went to change clothes.
When I came out, the female interloper handed me a mug of steaming tea.
“I’m Cordelia.” She held out her right forepaw.
“I am Reginald.” I sat and sipped the tea. “Will you not sit?” I gestured at the other chair.
She warmed both forepaws around a mug of tea, studying me with bright eyes. “I know who you are. Rowan has told me so much about you.”
“Ah he has, has he? Where did he go, anyway?”
“He said he had to go collect some things.”
“In this rain?” I realized later of course, that the rascal had done it on purpose.
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