Author’s Note: I humbly submit May’s edition of Cait Gordon’s 2020 Flash Fiction Challenge,‘ featuring an fandom expo as this month’s setting, the object is a silken garment, and the genre is action-adventure – all in 1000 words. Thanks for reading and enjoy!
Jack’s sixteen. For his birthday, Ma bought him a much wanted ticket for the Fantasy Filmgoers Fan Expo.
Gieselle Copenhagen, a woman he’d been crushing on for years, was the featured guest. He’d also get a free autograph and photo with her.
Giselle starred in the hit TV program, The Cursed Bow, where she played an elvish princess, Lura Liarel. Jack watched the show religiously, and designed a costume of Gorwin Yellen, a peasant who loved Lura. Tall and thin, Jack’s long prematurely greying black hair helped him look the part.
On the day of the FFFE, Jack realized his mother hadn’t done the laundry.
“Ma!” he yelled. “I’m out of underwear!”
“Why don’t you wear those boxer shorts Granny sent you for your birthday.”
“But Ma, I’ve never worn boxers before! I can’t wear them with my costume, either! Put a load on now!”
“I’ve got a life, too. You’re going to have to try them or wear nothing.”
Not fancying going commando in leotards, Jack opened his top drawer and opened the box of boxers.
Hmm, he thought, red silk. He tried them. Ooh, these make me feel sexy. I’d love to show these to Giselle. Before he could indulge a deep fantasy, he noticed the time and dressed in his costume. Luckily, he had a pair of leggings to wear under the leotard to hide the shorts. A little baggy, around the waist, but it works.
Jack grabbed a black-stringed necklace with pewter amulet of a tree growing from a crescent moon. Gorwin had spent the last two seasons searching for this magical talisman. Lura sent him on a quest to secure it to prove his love to her. The object’s powers would bring peace to her war-torn kingdom. Jack put on the necklace, shouldered his backpack, and left.
The moment he hit the street, a whoosh whistled by his ear. He jumped out of his skin. Behind him, in the distance about fifty yards away, stood a man clad in black leather armour and hoodie wielding a bow. He drew another arrow from his quiver. Jack was unarmed, unlike most suburban American teens, and he bolted in the opposite direction.
Approaching the end of his street, another bowman appeared, dressed identically to the first. He drew, and Jack turned between two houses. The leotard made for uncomfortable running, and the silk boxers created a wedgie effect. He entered the backyard and in discomfort, squeezed his buttocks. On his next step, he bounced twenty feet in the air, and cleared a hedge separating two properties. He released his grip and landed softly on the other side.
He continued to the street. Three more arrowed men were in hot pursuit. Jack clenched his fanny again feeling the smooth silk in his crack, and boinged. This time he was propelled thirty feet forward with each step. It created separation from his assailants, and he bounded to the stop where a bus waited. Last on, the bus pulled away and Jack looked out the window. A dozen more dark bowmen quit their pursuit.
Jack subtly grabbed the boxers from his crevice and relaxed.
What on earth did Granny buy me?
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Jack joined the line of orcs, goblins, and trolls outside the convention centre to enter FFFE. A school bus approached, and a pack or the sinister men in black exited with military precision. They goose-stepped in rank towards the back of the building, bows drawn.
Jack breathed a sigh of relief. These must’ve been a group cosplaying as the Soldiers of Fengalla, the personal guard of his love, Luna’s, enemy. King Aimon would’ve been a great costume, thought Jack noticing a young man in the crowd dressed in this character. I could’ve joined the soldiers!
The crowd moved at a snail’s pace among the vendor booths. Jack wanted to buy a Funko-Pop of his love, but didn’t want to dish out fifty bucks for it. He waited forty-five minutes to pay ten dollars for a butterbeer. Man, this stuff tastes like ass!
He proceeded to the autograph area and found the line-up for his Giselle. He saw her at the table, smiling and signing photos for fans. His heart melted. It won’t be long until he’s united with his love.
People screamed. The dark army stormed into the room and bulled their way to the front, surrounding Giselle’s table. From the crowd, King Aimon emerged.
“Lura, this is your last chance. If you don’t forfeit your kingdom to me, I will execute you here and now, and your father will suffer a slow and painful death in my dungeon.”
Something silky snuck up Jack’s crevice, and he squeezed my keister tight. Instinct took over and Jack jumped over the crowd and landed on Lura’s table. The crowd erupted in cheers.
“Gorwin, you succeeded!” said Lura. “You brought me the Talisman of Unification. Give it to me quick.”
Jack handed the necklace to her. She placed it around her neck, and it glowed. The evil king petrified.
“We have to leave, now,” she said.
She wrapped her arms around my neck, and Jack squeezed my derriere tight, and jumped over the crowds in a shower of airborne arrows. They erupted in applause. With another bound, Jack jumped over a curtained partition where other actors were waiting in privacy.
“That was amazing Stephen,” said Giselle. “They absolutely loved it!” She kissed Jack’s cheek and he swooned. “Wait a sec, you’re not Stephen!” She referred to the actor who played Gorwin.
“No, I’m Jack, I’ve loved you for so long.”
“But Jack, how were you able to leap over the people like that?”
“I think it’s something to do with my underwear my granny bought.” he said. “Wanna see them?”
“Uh, no, but great show!”
The king emerged in jeans and FFFE shirt. “That was a great performance G, want to grab some drinks?”
“Love to!”
The two exited the building arm and arm, leaving Jack alone.
He didn’t get her autograph, but he’ll never wash his face again.
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