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An AFTER THE HAPPILY EVER AFTER Excerpt: “Rainbow Slide” by Dana Wright
“How late are your parents going to be out?” Jared said in my ear as his hand groped toward the edge of my shirt. I wiggled away and reached for the TV remote.
“They should be home in about an hour, why?” I shoved the bowl of popcorn from the coffee table at him and moved over on the couch. Flipping channels until it hit a horror movie, I settled back against an overstuffed pillow and tried to tamp my growing irritation. Weeks to arrange this date, and everything was going wrong. Everything.
“Jared, can we please just watch the movie?” I growled.
His lips curved upward. “Why? Am I rushing you?”
I scooted further down, annoyed at his assumption. He was supposed to be different.
“What did you expect? That I’d fling myself at you the moment my kid brother went to sleep?”
A creeper-tastic smile crossed over Jared’s face.
What had possessed me to even consider this guy as date material?
He was a football jersey with tentacles and more notches in his belt than I could count. I wasn’t about to become one of them. I should have listened to Cindy when he left her stranded without a shoe at the dance last year, but after my long, mono-induced slumber, I wanted some date night action.
But this wasn’t what I had in mind.
“Aurora. I can’t sleep. They’re outside again.” Christopher stumbled into the living room, bleary eyed from sleep, clutching his well-worn bear.
I had no trouble falling asleep at the drop of a hat, but my brother could hear a roach poop on the other side of the house and bolt wide awake.
The Grim Wood was right outside our back door. Without looking, I bet he’d forgotten to put the iron lock on the back gate. Fairy tales were great until they crept into your back yard and ate the family pet. Damned unicorns.
I closed my eyes, my lips pressing together in frustration. He had been listening in on my date.
I’d told him over and over if I have a guy here, stay in bed. I even saw the pattern from the textured paint on his left cheek where he’d mushed his face into the hallway wall. Last week, I’d caught him snooping on our parents when he’d gotten in trouble at school for flattening a kid who messed with the neighbor girl next door.
Wait till he had a date. I was so going to make him pay.
Better yet, I should take a pic of him in his superhero jammies and Instagram it. See how long it takes for all his buddies to give him a wedgie.
“Kid, your sister said to go to bed.” Jared huffed off the couch and loomed over my brother. “Look, there is nothing outside for the hundredth time. See?”
Jared stalked out the back door, stepping into the yard.
“What are you doing? Don’t go out there.”
Macho boys were all alike. Try to play the hero and see where it gets you.
The original fairy tales weren’t fluffy Disney stories. They were filled with death and dismemberment.
And if you were dealing with unicorns…you had better be a virgin.
“It’s just a bunch of dumb wild horses. They’ll run off in a minute.” He turned to the herd, his red and white varsity jacked muted under the security lights. He waved his arms, shouting at the largest one. “Get out. Go on…adios, hairy muchachos.”
The unicorn snorted, his horn flashing in the moonlight. His eyes narrowed and his lip curled over too-sharp teeth to be the sweet little lunch-box ponies.
Dana Wright has always had a fascination with things that go bump in the night. She is often found playing at local bookstores, trying not to maim herself with crochet hooks or knitting needles, watching monster movies with her husband and furry kids or blogging about books. More commonly, she is chained to her computers, writing like a woman possessed.
She is the author of Asylum, The Invitation and Texas Twister. She is a contributing author to Masked Hearts (upcoming), Ghost Sniffers, Inc.: The Haunting of Zephyr Zoo, Siren’s Call E-zine in their “Women in Horror” issue in February 2013 and “Revenge” in October 2013, a contributing author to Potatoes!, Fossil Lake, Of Dragons and Magic: Tales of the Lost Worlds, Undead in Pictures, Potnia, Shadows and Light, Wonderstruck, Shifters: A Charity Anthology, Dead Harvest, Monster Diaries, Holiday Horrors and the Roms, Bombs and Zoms Anthology from Evil Girlfriend Media. Danahas been a contributing writer to Eternal Haunted Summer, Massacre Magazine, Metaphor Magazine and The Were Traveler. She has reviewed music at New Age Music Reviews and Write a Music Review. She is a member of the Horror Writer’s Association, Romance Writers of America and has been a presenter at Houston SCBWI. Please follow @danawrite on Twitter.