A/N: I have the oddest threads of mythology and mythological creatures running through my head right now, so I apologize in advance if there’s more myth than typical fantasy in this week’s Friday Fiction. I just haven’t been able to get Keera and Melissa out of my head. Thanks for reading!
her older sister descended the stairs.
a seat by perching on the sofa’s arm. “She’s fast asleep. Don’t wake her unless
the house is on fire. Did you find the humidifier, Stan?”
machine tucked under one arm. “Found it and filled it.”
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accepted a cup milk tea, wrapping her long fingers around the fat ceramic mug.
Her brother-in-law hurried up the stairs.
smile. “Have you figured out who it might be?”
There’s Aunt Maggie, Uncle Lester and Grandma Molly.”
of the flu on top of his fractured ribs and punctured lung. Grandma Molly—well,
I haven’t heard from anyone lately, but she was admitted for a broken hip. I
don’t think that she would-”
out something was wrong with Keera.”
thought it was something at school. You know how kids are in high school.”
thought the courseload was probably too heavy.”
with her husband. “I don’t think she has. I certainly haven’t seen nor met any
of her new ones and the old ones don’t come around any more.”
started getting quieter then.”
occasional crackle in the fireplace or the chink of a spoon on ceramic.
hem of her oversized cardigan. “Please?”
top of her half-empty mug. “And I helped you when your inheritance came in,
why I called you and not Mum.”
ready for what that means.”
expressions were reflected all around as the realization dawned.
extending her hands. “Here, come on. Circle up. Family that prays together,
stays together, after all, right?”
brother-in-law as they drew nearer and they all joined hands. They took turns,
heads bowed, saying a prayer for the youngest member of their little family,
seeking comfort and asking for guidance.
sighed and stepped back. “You knew it would happen,” she reminded them.
Eighteen is the oldest you can manage to hold it off.”
think of it as a curse.”
away, retreating to the kitchen.
not good. I wish you’d called me earlier.”
sensitive to family. You said she’s been pulling away, shifting back,
you have a sleeping bag or something, I’ll bunk in the same room. Sleep on the
floor. It should help her rest easier. Jean might want to do the same.”
laundry room.” He paused. “Was Jean’s own this—bad?”
reminds me. They’ll both need you, so make sure you’re available.” She rolled
her neck to the side, hearing it crack. “I have the feeling you’re not
particularly fond of your family members.”
He said, evenly.
likely been holding back the emotional and mental backlash without even
realizing it. Mum did the same for her when she was coming into it, because she
hadn’t realized that was what was happening with me the few years before. It
made it easier on Jean, but a headache for me when Mum turned out to be her
her ponytail loose and began to run her fingers through pitch black tresses. “But
you don’t have to worry about history repeating there. If there’s ill in the
family, they’re always called first.” She tipped her head forward. “Leave the
sleeping bag outside of her room. Knock once and then run, if you can. Don’t
stay there. I might be tempted. It’s been a while.”
Alps for stress relief.” Melissa snorted. “It was very relaxing. Nothing really
dies up there, you know? Not people, anyway. The sorts of people that I’m related
to, I mean.”
may have noticed that there are no male banshees. So if you’re there longer
than you should, I might see you as a threat.”
drew their attention.
doorway as she watched the couple embrace. “None of the three?”
down her face. She stood amidst shards of what had been the teapot and matching
teacups. “My baby girl-!”
She corrected. “Don’t step on those. Clean it up tomorrow.” She threw at look
at Stan. “Get her to calm down. I’ll check on Keera.”
turn silvery-white and her immaculate outfit grew shabbier. Soft white light
glowed from her form as her features sharpened and her face turned gaunt. Gnarled,
knobby fingers gripped the wooden railing and Melissa O’Leary, Head Banshee of
the O’Leary clan, glided up the stairs to guard the bedroom of her niece.