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    Fairy Food: There're No Such Things As Fairytales
    Fairy Food: There're No Such Things As Fairytales
    Fairy Food: There're No Such Things As Fairytales
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    Fairy Food: There're No Such Things As Fairytales

    By Pamela Benjamin

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    Several young entertainers embark on a booking to perform where there exists a different kind of fan base. Upon arrival, the band needn’t sing for their supper as much as avoid becoming the main course.

    An old thriller that makes you wary of covered bridges, forks in the road and social events held in clandestine counties. This story holds a classic conspiracy between man and that which isn't man. Riveting and colorful are the characters of this high-spirited venture. Fairy Food, a soul stirring tribute to its time, gives an alternative solution to the human condition.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherPamela Benjamin
    Release dateAug 13, 2014
    ISBN9781524275884
    Fairy Food: There're No Such Things As Fairytales
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    Pamela Benjamin

    Since the age of 11, Pamela has been writing stories. There hasn't been a year, between then and now, that she hasn't written a fiction work. Some of it comes from observing life, a lot of it comes from escaping nightmares. She has always liked how tasty words can sound while reading a good book. When you listen to Rod Serling and characters on The Twilight Zone, there's an example of the kind of diction she admires. Student of Visual, Creative and Spiritually inspired art, Pamela is extremely thankful to God for granting her the privilege of being a creator and saying that it is good. Everybody's got his own style of something; that's a blessing. One might take offense but Pamela considers it a compliment if she’s told, "You don't sound or do things like anyone I've ever known." She’s a graduate of Art & Design High School. After 16 years as a typist and performing clerical administrative duties, she pursued and expanded her career as a freelance artist in painting, fabric pattern designs and general illustration. Composing music is an additional, enjoyable expression of her creativity. She hopes to expand her business vision through a workshop on the grounds of her own farmland, where she will cultivate various ideas from God as well as natural resources.

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      Fairy Food - Pamela Benjamin

      "Human, when not wolf."

      The Arrival

      Although the landscape was dotted with beautiful old homes from mansions to quaint little cottages, none looked very occupied.

      People retire much earlier in the country, eh, Kelly observed with reverence. Not a porch light or a ground candle lit within the distance. One street lamp labored to keep its torch alive along half a block but just barely. Karen thought she'd seen two or three homes with doors ajar like an opening to a cave. Black windows framed within pastel curtains looked like eyeless sockets in a skull. Phoebe stopped gum popping long enough to mimic eerie music from a 50s sci-fi flick.

      There's gotta be somebody awake we can ask, Brenda murmured to Bill.

      I'm all for sleeping in the bus, Karen stated.

      Right on, someone agreed.

      Bill was about to comment when he brought the wheels to a screeching halt after he'd caught something loping before the headlights and crossing back over into darkness. Brenda noticed beads of sweat come over his face and his fingers tighten to paper white against the wheel.

      Was just a deer, baby, she assumed. Let's drive up that way.

      Bill's mouth quivered, in attempts to smile; he didn't know why he'd suddenly gotten so jumpy. The further they drove, houses became sparse while fields and forest broadened along opposite expanse. But in the distance, like a Thanksgiving centerpiece, sat a distinct Victorian home silhouetted against the horizon. It peaked up over a hill beyond an extensive stone and gravel footpath. On the outskirts of the property was an encompassing picket fence a tad worn over. And making its debut for the evening — the robust, luminous moon perched over the widow's walk, bathing everything in a monochrome of milky blues. The kids became transfixed as Bill slowed the bus down. Dana poked herself in between Bill and Brenda with a singsong voice,

      We're heeeere.

      No way, man. The Merry Weathervane wouldn't look like Dracula's castle, Fatima protests.

      Looks're deceiving, Dana responds.

      It's gotta be. See the sign dangling from the fence? Kelly squinted at the wooden plaque within the bus headlights that read, The Merry... before the rest of the board was broken off. Bill shut off the engine and all went ominously silent.

      Prologue

      Hello! ...Hello, anybody here? I need your help; c’mon please! Karen cried.

      Who d’ere? A familiar voice sounded from the storage room in the rear of the store.

      Karen mindlessly pounded the countertop; eyes glazed over with tears. I need a phone, I need a phone, need a phone, man... she shifted to and fro.

      Shut up all that racket! Henry snapped while rushing from the back room after dropping canned items from a crate, out of alarm.

      Karen was momentarily taken aback by his insensitivity but he didn’t know what had happened, after all. Please, Henry, gi’me a phone.

      What happened to you? Weren’t you supposed to...? He regarded her distress.

      She gulped, pleading with deliberate enunciation, I need a phone.

      I tol’yuh I ain’t got a phone here. Yuh gotta go to the lookout tower where Caleb...

      I couldn’t do that! She whined.

      Well, what’s goin’ on! He cried back; face as pinched as ever.

      Ignoring him, Karen went to lock the back door. Then, she shuffled down the aisle of disposables towards the front door to lock that too when she noted, in the misty dawn, what awaited her outside. She heard Ol’ Henry give an ominous sigh from where he stood in the middle of the store, realizing the cards they were dealt. Karen crossed her arms over her right breast as if cradling something — wishing she could just go back to the last two weeks.

      Chapter One

      1973 Bushkill, Pennsylvania, two days earlier

      Koo-Koo for Puf Puf had just finished an outdoor concert at a county fair ushering summer’s end. It was a soft change from the stadiums in big cities like New York and Los Angeles; also a nice end to their tour before break. The six girl band members plus one bass man, Reign, indulged themselves in what was the county’s best to offer in terms of food, games and groovy contact with admiring fans. They were gorging themselves on hotdogs and coleslaw when Sheprah approached them rather agitated, from what her stepsister Keisha could read. Sheprah hand-signed a message that made some of them cringe.

      Man, I thought we lost him. Why doesn’t he just come over, himself? Phoebe griped.

      He’d better not have booked us for another week. I’ll take my guitar and...

      Karen interrupts Reign’s threat, You guys, it’s been a fun run this time; not so bad. Bill knows we’ve earned a vacation. She resumed feeding jellybeans to a worn, faded, pink teddy bear not that of a prize but her very own home grown, since the age of two.

      I’m not leavin’ 'til I get my sugar buzz, Phoebe stated with a shimmy-shake and wild, wide brown eyes. Reign chuckled at the mess of chocolate ice cream circling her mouth and bits of cotton candy whisking in the breeze on her chin like she’d grown a pink beard.

      You don’t need anymore buzz, he told her. You can’t even feed yourself. He tossed some paper napkins at her, knowing she had trouble mastering anything with her right hand since breaking the bones in her other hand and lagging a cumbersome cast around; except for temporarily playing a tambourine and flipping people the bird, she wondered why she even toured with them after her foolish accident.

      I wonder how she keeps her teeth, Whitney squawked from the end of the table, dining primly on a small salad and chicken sandwich.

      Puf Puf’s got all his adult teeth, haven’t you, Puf? Karen asked the bear.

      Where’re we goin’ for vacation? How ‘bout let’s cruise the ski slopes at Whitney’s father’s lodge? Kelly proposed.

      Nuh-uh, not after last time... Whitney protested, noticing Phoebe shoo Sheprah away from her ice cream and cotton candy. Bringin’ drugs and drunks up there; daddy almost disowned me.

      That was your family reunion, Reign softly joked, looking over his shoulder as he snuck a joint.

      We don’t all have to be together to go somewhere, Phoebe said, trying to bum a hit off of Reign but he played stingy.

      It’s a lot more fun when we’re all together, Kelly wrapped her boney arms around Phoebe who shrugged her off. She loved Kelly but better from a distance. Kelly was such a Polly-Sunshine.

      You got your dirty hair in my ice cream, Phoebe miserably griped.

      Keisha and Sheprah were signing cut-ups at one another because Keisha thought Sheprah shouldn’t have anymore to eat; Keisha harbored a thought that the 15 year old was getting a tad too chubby to be related.

      The table was disturbed with a bump when two more members, Fatima, a mellow lead vocalist and Dana the drummer returned.

      All is well, she’s comin’ around, just give her a lil’ air, Fatima nursed. Whitney gladly picked up stakes to sit beside a now more somber Reign.

      Billy would kill you on the spot for drinking like that, Dana, Keisha rattled.

      I should say so, Whitney adds. These’re sweet country folk; they don’t know nothin’ about those drunken city wiles.

      It was their moonshine! Dana’s broad mouth announced. She was a stacked 4’9" powerhouse and a fervent party favor when she wasn’t drunk.

      Kids, Puf Puf’s getting indigestion, let’s be cool, Karen instructed.

      Ouch! Keisha yelped after Sheprah angrily slapped the back of her head before sprinting away. Keisha swears heatedly, Joseph and Mary, I’m gonna put her away!

      Let her eat, she’s a growing girl, Kelly interjected.

      Dana made a guttural groan before quickly stammering away to a tree. After having half an hour of that, Fatima just couldn’t accompany her again.

      "Let’s go to Hawaii," Karen brightened as she aided Puf Puf in a hula dance.

      I’m goin’ back home in time to catch the bike races, Phoebe stated.

      Wherever we go, I’m with you guys, Fatima distantly responded while focusing on a distinct someone in the throng of transient fair-goers.

      Kelly got up to sway to some music playing on the grounds; her butt-length blonde hair yielded to the winds like palm grass. It’s freaky luck to separate, she foretells. Don’t wanna end up like those band members who separate for two weeks and then, come back minus three ‘cause he overdosed or took a dive in a plane.

      Yes, we’ll all die together for you, Kelly, Whitney stretched a sarcastic grin.

      What’re you looking at? Curious Keisha questioned Fatima.

      That’s that dude in the audience with the bright-light smile, Fatima noted, He’s been checkin’ us out, I think.

      He’s comin’ over, Phoebe said.

      Kelly turned to look at him curiously, attracted to his worn poncho and wide rimmed straw hat.

      He’s a kook, Whitney stated.

      Well said, Keisha smiled obscurely.

      The young man with dirty long blonde hair and sideburns, and

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