Drabble #254: Angular

[redwolf]

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Angular

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Obstinance

[redwolf]

Word count: 500

Sarah had chosen the garden because it was graced with the afternoon sun. She was delighted to find sunlounges in a storage room off the conservatory and had wheeled one out to relax in the last of the day’s warmth.

Bishop had joined her and they were quietly discussing the merits of the books they were reading, when Jareth and Rook found them.

Rather than dragging out their own angular garden furniture, they relocated cushions to the lawn and settled into the mound of plushness on either side of an old gas station road map. Every so often a goblin would amble in to pass on information, which would be quietly discussed before the allocation of a new task. They would then gesticulate over the map and make notations, presumably based on what had been imparted.

“Did that goblin have a golf club?” Bishop asked.

“I think that was Niblick, so I suspect so,” Sarah replied as she looked up from her book. “There’s a group who have been hanging out watching televised golf with Dad.” Sarah smiled fondly at the thought. “I suspect he likes having someone to share his love of the sport. They’ve all renamed themselves based on a documentary they were watching, but I think they may be taking a different view of the game than Dad does.”

“I can’t picture anyone as small as a goblin using a full sized club for its intended purpose.”

“Not even Irene can,” Sarah chuckled. “Especially when they carry them as weapons at arms.”

“Do you have any idea why Jareth would be deploying club wielding goblins?”

“I think it’s related to those adults we got recently.” Jareth had responded to a boy who wished an adult away and did not want him returned. “The man had been hanging around a middle school and talking to children in a manner that was suspicious enough that a kid invoked the Goblin King.”

“So we’re the grey area when the authorities won’t deal with it,” Bishop snorted in disgust.

“The magic of the wish does give us more of a behavioural insight and he was definitely up to no good.” Sarah shuddered at the memory.

“What did you do with him?” Bishop asked.

“We don’t want him and, as his actions went as far as planning, hanging him head first in the bog was off the table.” Sarah would not have had a problem with that option. “Jareth adjusted time a little and bound him in servitude to a master outside the kingdom for a year, before returning him Above.”

“He learned his lesson?” Bishop asked in disbelief.

“I doubt it, but the authorities finally acted on his arrival.” It didn’t work in his favour that he was wandering naked on school grounds, had a criminal history and was loudly regaling all about his year long Underground adventure when he’d been seen the day prior.

“There was another incident?”

“Similar,” Sarah nodded towards Jareth and Rook. “They’re working on a solution.”