#I wonder if I should try to design magical characters based on the pride flags :oc

[sweetcatmintea]

Magical Girl Pride

Flash Fiction Friday again! I almost missed it, oops >A< This is just a fun little story, not edits this time so it’s pretty raw <.<;; I hope you enjoy it! Feedback is always appreciated 💜

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Prompt: Queer and Curious Words: 955

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It’s not easy being in your twenties. Too old to be given direction, too young to be seen as an ‘adult’, left to drift aimlessly if your teen made plans don’t pan out. Unemployment is a pain when there’s always someone more skilled than you applying to whatever position you’re begging for. On paper anyway. That’s how I ended up spending more and more time in the local park. You can’t just stay in the house all the time, the anxiety creeps in with the isolation, making it more difficult each day to leave. No money for an actual outing, the free park was the best option I had.

I ambled about, a comfortable stroll in the overcast afternoon, scanning over rare newcomers from under my mirrored shades. People watching is much less awkward when they can’t see where you’re looking. I came upon an elderly lady kneeling in front of some overturned soil. She was diligently working away, sifting through the earth, replacing what she found with new seeds. That might be illegal? I don’t think you’re actually allowed to disturb the plants in a public park. I mean, I wasn’t about to tell her to stop. She could be planting natives for all I know about plants. What was she doing anyway? It felt like more than simple gardening. In fairness, it’s not really my business. I turned to leave her be, but as the clouds above grew heavy with the promise of rain, my mind changed. Two sets of hands would get the job done faster and hopefully get her home before either of us got soaked. I sidled up to her as casually as I could manage and, admittedly a little awkwardly, offered my assistance.

She laughed, or cackled might be a better way to describe it. “Why spend your time with an old duck like me? Don’t you have more important things to do Dearie?”

I scuffed the toe of my sneakers on the grass. “Not really… Besides, I think helping you would be a good use of my time! What are you doing anyway?” I crouched to better see her work.

She cackled again. “Curious, curious, curious. You know what they say about the cat, Dearie.” If it weren’t for the glittering mischief in her old grey eyes, I’d have thought she was berating me.

“Curiosity may have killed him, but satisfaction brought him back. I don’t think it’s such a terrible trait.”  

She nodded, pleased with my quippy response. “Very clever. You can help if you must.”

She continued sifting gently through the soil while I watched on awkwardly waiting for direction, until her trowel hit something with a quiet ‘plink’. Dusting it off, she pulled a small glass ball, about the size of a gumball, from the ground. A tiny violet rattled around inside. Interesting. Maybe it’s an old jewellery piece someone lost. Was she searching for it specifically?

“Here,” she offered her hand to me, glass ball held lightly between gloved fingers, “If you want to help, hold this.”

The instant my skin made contact, I felt… glittery?? Stars swirled in my eyes and I could do nothing but float in the strange mental place. Is this what a stroke is?? Am I dying in front of an old lady in the park?! As quickly as it consumed me, the pinkish haze snapped away. What? Ooh that was weird. My body felt wrong. I could only stare dumbly at my now cold legs. Where did my jeans go? How did I get into a dress? Black, white, grey and purple, a tuxedo styled top and cocktail skirt where my t-shirt and jean combo once was. Huh? My hair, suddenly much lighter, brushed my neck. Black strands falling in my eyes. I swiped it back but without human ears, there was nothing to keep it in place. Grey tabby cat ears moved with me as naturally as the tail did. Huh???

The old lady said nothing as my mind scrambled to piece together what had happened. She simply observed, half smirking to herself. Did, did she do this to me? Obviously she did. Who else would have.

Wait.

“Did you turn me into a magical girl??” The glass ball rattled as I spoke, attached like a bell to a choker.

“Well, that is one word for it.” She began what was apparently going to be a long-winded explanation, but I cut her off.

“Am I going to fight evil with the power of friendship?? Do I get a love interest? Is she cute? What am I saying, everyone in a magical girl story is cute. It’s basically law. Can I invite other people as part of my team? Never mind, I texted, she’s on her way. Is there financial compensation? Like, for medical bills. I mean, compensating hero work is also good. I do need to be able to feed my cats after all. When the story is complete, do I get to keep my powers?”

She looked taken aback. “You’re not upset?”

“No?? This is the best day of my life! Eh, other than that time my mate and I cracked each other up so much we got stomach aches and couldn’t talk all night. Definitely a close second.”

“Okay then. Well, you seem to have some idea of what’s going to happen, so I’ll be brief. You’ve been imbued with the magic of pride and will use it to-”

“Fight aliens??”

“Fight for your fellow lgbt+ family.”

“Oooh even better! What’s the first mission for the gay agender?”

She paused, folding her hands over her trowel. “When your friend arrives and you assemble your team, the mission begins. You must turn the frogs gay.”

“Aces.”

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