Rot: Part 3 - Flossed and Found

By Aidan J. Reid

Ray Jones and his wife Lena are on the run.

They've traveled to the far reaches of the Fairy Kingdom to seek cover.

But Her troops are coming together.

And they're looking for revenge.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Aidan J. Reid
• Release date: May 15, 2020
• ISBN: 9780463933589

Aidan J. Reid

AIDAN J. REID is a writer originally from Cloughmills, Northern Ireland.He has written four novels:PATHFINDERS - (sci-fi)The Tom Regan thrillers, SIGIL and YAGERAISING LAZARUS - (suspense)He has also written several short stories and is most proud of the ROT collection, which tells the story of a rogue tooth fairy who pulls teeth out of the mouths of kids for a tidy profit.You can find out more on aidanjreid.com, follow him @aidanjreid or get a bunch of free goodies by following his newsletter - http://eepurl.com/c7ffO9

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Part 3: Flossed and Found

Aidan J. Reid

Part 3: Flossed and Found

by Aidan J. Reid

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Part 3: Flossed and Found

Out of nowhere there’s a screechin’ siren. It’s comin’ from the Fairy HQ right behind us. Lena looks over her shoulder, then back at me. I’m feelin’ like the kid with chocolate on his face when his ma asks if he’s been at the cake.

Fire alarm? Lena asks in hope. The noise is ear-splittin’.

I lean forward to the driver, tryin’ to remain calm.

Zone 42. As fast as you can.

He mumbles somethin’ back. We ain’t movin’ so I’m guessin’ it ain’t in the positive. He’s eyein’ me in his sun visor. Lena prob’ly notices the grip I have on the chair. I tell the driver again, adding a little color so she won’t hear.

I can’t take you across the border, he shouts.

I didn’t ask you to, I say. As close as you can. I’ll make it worth your while.

I pat my breast pocket which he takes for a sign that I’m good for it. All I got in there is a couple ol’ rotters, a boiled sweet and a little metal washer – a weapon I can throw at strays if they step outta line.

Finally, the driver shoots off. Lena looks back, and begins pullin’ on my shirt.

Look, they’re all gathered at the door.

I’ve only got eyes for the road. The eyes of the taxi driver flick between it and me. We both know. The dots of sweat on my brow might aswell be Braille, and they’d read one word. GUILTY.

A lot of the cars ahead of us have slowed, or pulled onto the kerb. Some drivers are gettin’ out, and looking back to see what the noise is about. When we take a bend, Lena’s view is blocked by the buildings. The siren sound fades away.

Baby, your hand.

She pats my forearm. I look down and see pricks of blood on my palm. My nails have dug in and scored the soft flesh in moon crescents.

What’s going on? she says.

I’m a trapped animal in the car. Feelin’