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Contents
Why Yes, Bluebeard, I’d Love To by J. M. Butler
Home-School Hair by Christine Owen
My Love God Went to Hawaii and All I Got Was This Lousy Papaya by Debra Goelz
Awake by Jesse Sprague
Truth Be Told by Danielle Banas
Between Earth and Sky by R. S. Kovach
The Friend-Zone Promposal by Tammy Oja
Of Sirens and Beasts by Mikaela Bender
Hooded by Shannon Klare
Sleeping Beauty Syndrome by Ali Novak
About the Authors
Why Yes, Bluebeard, I’d Love To
j. m. butler
ARE YOU READING that book again?” Anna nudged Emeline with her snow-pink slipper.
“Apparently.” Emeline glanced up from The Inimitable Jeeves to see Anna, her amazingly wealthy and generally bored friend, standing over her. Such intrusions happened regularly. Lying on the floor in the back of the seating area with one’s legs against the wall often resulted in interruptions, but it relieved the tension in Emeline’s back and left her feeling marvelously refreshed.
“There are thousands of other books published every day. Why not read some of those?” Anna gave Emeline her patented “there’s something about you that needs improving” look, complete with crossed arms and half-shaded eyes.
“I do. But sometimes it’s nice to return to the familiar.” Emeline rolled up and made her way to the muffin display case. Anna was always finding things to improve about people.
Silas, the Chipped Mug’s owner, stood behind the counter. He was exceptionally young to own and run his own coffee shop, particularly one with such impeccable design. On the outside, it looked like a typical cafe, with brick walls and a forest-green awning. On the inside, it was as if it had been plucked from the Arabian Nights, with thick carpets woven in intricate designs, ornate wallpaper in burgundies, golds, and ceruleans, and even a few nonworking hookahs and incense bowls.
Oddly, the cuisine bore little resemblance to the decor.
It was also strange that there were so few regular customers. In addition to being quite handsome, with loose, dark curls and twinkling brown eyes, Silas baked the best muffins in all of Walter County. The thick blue apron and the white collared shirt with sleeves folded at the elbows were not enough to hide the fact that he was exceptionally well muscled. Maybe that came from lifting all that flour and sugar.
He set aside the mug he had been polishing and leaned forward. “A good morning to you, ladies,” he said with a bright smile. “How can I make your morning better?”
Emeline rewarded him with a matching smile. “Good morning, Silas. Well, I’d love a strawberry-banana shortcake muffin and a cup of green tea.”
“Ugh. The same thing?” Anna groaned. “Why don’t we go to the Spotted Tiger and try something exciting and new.”
“Eh.” Silas frowned slightly. “I’ve got everything the Spotted Tiger’s got and more.”
“Don’t worry, Silas. I’m in love with your strawberry-banana shortcake muffins.” Emeline kissed her fingers.
“That’s promising,” Silas said.
“Emeline, this is sad,” Anna said. “I could predict you like a bad nineties rom-com.”
“I’ll wait for Ryan Reynolds to sweep me off my feet, then.”
“Wrong decade, love,” Silas said.
“Oh. Then who am I waiting for?” Emeline asked.
“If it must be someone other than me, then Tom Hanks, perhaps?” Silas half lifted his shoulders. “Richard Gere. Maybe Timothy Dalton.”
“Oooh, I’d wait for him. He played James Bond too. I could have romance and adventure.” Emeline picked up a small stir straw.
“You could,” Silas agreed.
“Silas!” Anna smacked her hand against the faux marble counter. “You’re not helping.”
“I may be of better service if you order something.” Silas winked at her.
That wink was enough to soften even Anna. “Oh . . . surprise me.” Anna turned back to Emeline. “Sometimes you must throw your arms open and take in the universe. Seriously, Emeline, can you imagine how incredible your life would be if you said yes to everything?”
“Oh yes. Everything. I’ve heard of that. It includes things like jumping off cliffs and not thinking for yourself.” Emeline handed Silas a ten-dollar bill and motioned for him to keep the change. “Saying no isn’t a bad thing.”
“Come on. You know people don’t ask other people to jump off cliffs.”
“You know, even if there was a one-in-seventy-billion chance that that would happen, it would happen to me.”
“Why haven’t you entered the lottery, then?”
“Because it would be bad news for the universe if I was this incredible and rich.”
Anna rolled her eyes. She accepted the orange frappé with green froth Silas offered her. “How about a wager?”
“Hmmm, you’re in a betting mood today, are you?” Emeline took a bite of her muffin. The flavors exploded in her mouth, warm and buttery, tart and sweet. “Whoever came up with the idea of combining strawberries and bananas in shortcake was a genius.”
“Thank you.” Silas bowed his head. “I’m glad you approve.”
“If you go twenty-four hours and say yes to everything that comes your way, then I’ll donate twenty thousand dollars to your charity, Helping Paws.”
Emeline’s mouth fell open. “What?”
“Ah, now I’ve got your attention.” Anna sipped the strange frappé and managed an artful smile. Smacking her lips, she gave a contented sigh. “That tastes like new experiences.”
“Twenty thousand dollars?”
“Well, to your charity. I think it might be illegal for me to pay you directly. Look.” Anna pulled up an app on her phone. “See? I’ve transferred the twenty thousand into an account right here. If you fail, then it’s going to go to . . . what’s a charity or organization you hate . . . Oh! The Ku Klux Klan! Wait . . .” She frowned. “If you fail, I’d rather not ruin my own reputation. Umm . . . what if I transfer it to a kill shelter?”
“Anna, you wouldn’t.” Emeline gave her a stern look. “You’re right . . . how about Rich and Proper, a charity that teaches rich people to appreciate their wealth and the finer things in life?”
“Any chance I could benefit from that charity?” Silas asked.
“Looks like you have to be worth at least five million to even get in. Twenty-five thousand is the lowest donation amount. All right. No problem. Twenty-five thousand it is.” Anna tapped her screen a few times. “Voilà.”
“You’re just that determined to get me to hug the universe.”
“Yes!” Anna clapped her hands together.
Emeline stared at her for a moment. Anna was odd, eccentric, and prone to being overcritical, but she didn’t lie. More importantly, Helping Paws could really use the money. “You’re serious about this.”
“Absolutely. You make it through, and I’ll see to it that the Morning Gale Post features your charity and all your wonderful work as well as the twenty-five thousand dollars. Plus this will be great publicity for you. I hope you do meet s
omeone charming today. Wouldn’t that be the most awesome how-we-met story?”
“Are you doing all this because you want to set me up with someone?” Emeline demanded, her eyes narrowing.
“Again?” Silas shook his head.
“You’ll see.” Anna laughed and folded her hands. “Emeline, would you like to try a pumpkin kiwi chia kale shake with soy milk?”
Emeline rolled her eyes. “You’re not starting me off easy, are you?”
“Hey, we could go down to Thai Smile and try spiced tarantulas or live octopus.” Anna tapped her fingers to her cheek and smiled.
Emeline grimaced. “You’re going to make me earn this, aren’t you?”
“Pumpkin kiwi chia kale shake with soy milk?” Anna’s smile broadened.
“Where are we even going to get that concoction?” Emeline asked.
“Right here.” Silas raised his hand.
“All right, fine.” Emeline glanced at Anna sidelong. “Anna, would you like to pay?”
“I’d love to.” Anna removed her billfold again. “See, that wasn’t so hard.”
Silas passed her a thick green-brown smoothie with black speckles. He grinned, his mischievous brown-black eyes twinkling. “Enjoy.”
“You’re too kind.” Emeline took a sip. The thick, chalky mixture struggled up the straw and filled her mouth with a strong bitter-and-oversweet-tart combination. The pumpkin and the kiwi dueled for dominance while the kale punched its way down the back of her throat. A few other flavors she couldn’t even identify made her eyes water. “Oh, good night!” She grimaced. “That’s a special kind of vile.”
“I’m so proud of you!” Anna hugged her. “This is going to be fantastic. And I promise you, you’re going to meet someone really splendid today.”
Emeline wiped her mouth. “I knew it!”
“I promise he’s stunning. An absolute one-of-a-kind. Now . . .” Anna gave her a mischievous smile and wrinkled her nose. “Would you like to go for a walk down by the old Victorian bridge on the edge of Grete’s Woods? I’ll tell him to meet you there?”
“Fine.”
“Okay, good. I’ll see you soon!” Anna hurried away, the silver bells on the door jangling loudly as she left.
“You know, your problem isn’t that you lack adventure or spirit or the ability to try new things,” Silas said. “It’s that you don’t always see the opportunities in front of you.”
“Yeah, I suppose so.” Emeline snapped a picture of the smoothie.
So much happened in life, it was hard to know exactly what one missed.
“You don’t have to do this whole say ‘yes’ to everything to have an adventure, you know. You could just say ‘yes’ to other things.”
“True, but where else am I going to get an easy twenty-five thousand dollars? There are hungry puppies and kitties to think of.” Emeline took another picture, dropping the smoothie into the trash. “Did you intentionally make that disgusting?”
“It needed no help from me.” Silas grinned. He cleared his throat. “Would you . . .” He paused, his cheeks reddening as if he was rethinking something. “Would you like to hire me to cater your birthday party this summer?”
Emeline arched an eyebrow. “Et tu, Silas?”
“Hey, business has been slow.” Silas smiled crookedly. His gaze softened. “Besides, I’ll take any excuse to see you.” He shook his head and coughed. “Of course, if it turns out this fellow’s the one for you, I’ll cater your wedding. Or if it goes badly, I’ll cater your funeral. I mean . . . um . . . not that I want you to get hurt. That didn’t come out right.” He laughed nervously. “Don’t you hate it when bad things happen to good jokes?”
Emeline chuckled. “Don’t worry, Silas. I know what you meant. You’re a good friend.” She didn’t actually know what he meant or why he was so flustered, but she didn’t want him to feel uncomfortable.
EMELINE SAUNTERED OUT of the coffee shop and took the long path toward Grete’s Woods. It was a nice morning for a walk, the air warm for late April. Only a few billowing clouds marred the clear blue sky, and dozens of larks and sparrows heralded her with song. A panhandler on the corner of Cinder and Prince asked for a handout, so she gave him her last ten dollars, and a little girl in a red-and-white-checked dress asked her to play a round of hopscotch.
By the time Emeline hit the edge of the city, the wind had picked up, bringing with it a faint chill. Thankfully, she had dressed for walking. Her periwinkle cardigan warded off the coolness, and her jeans were fitted enough to be stylish without chafing. Lady’s slippers and buttercups blossomed in the ravines along the roadside and among the scattered trees; her favorites were the dark patches of trillium and mayapples.
Plucking one, Emeline hummed to herself. Had there ever been a better day for a walk? The only downside was that her cell reception worsened the deeper she got among the trees. It was nearly an hour later when she received a text from Anna. The message had a photo, and she clicked accept to download. But the connection was so weak, it listed the estimated time for completion to be almost three hours.
“Would you like a new phone, Emeline?” she muttered. “Why yes, yes, I would.”
“You are Emeline?” a strange voice asked.
Emeline looked up. “I am.”
She was still a half mile from the old Victorian bridge in Grete’s Woods where she was to meet her date, but an unusual man strode out of the woods anyway. He was quite striking in appearance, wearing a double-breasted charcoal suit. His eyes were light gray, and his features, from what she could see, were quite handsome. Most striking of all was the massive blue beard covering all of his lower face. And not just any blue. No. A blue as deep and as lush as if someone had melted sapphires to color it.
“Hello,” the man said. His voice was deep and throaty, almost musical in its richness. He removed his charcoal fedora, revealing even more cobalt hair. He bowed. “It’s a beautiful day, is it not?”
“Definitely.” Why would Anna bother with sending a picture? All she had to say was he had blue hair.
“May I ask you a question?” the man asked.
Emeline nodded. “Hmmm, yes.”
“Will you marry me, Emeline?”
“Pardon?” Emeline’s eyes widened.
“Would you marry me, Emeline?” the man asked again.
This stranger had the slightest hint of an accent that shaded his vowels and drew out his r’s.
Emeline folded her arms and smiled slowly. “Well . . . Anna certainly isn’t playing fair, now is she?”
“Pardon?” The man frowned slightly. He straightened.
“You’re Anna’s friend, right? The one I’m supposed to meet?” Emeline asked.
He nodded. “Yes, Anna! Dear, sweet Anna. Of course I am.” The man smiled, the skin around his eyes crinkling. “Forgive my boldness. It’s just that you are stunning. I cannot resist you. Please marry me, Emeline.”
What a joke this was. Did Anna really think she would be that easy to throw off the scent? Well, she would show Anna. Emeline’s smile broadened. “Why yes, I’d love to.”
The man’s eyes brightened. “Excellent! Come with me, beautiful one. We shall be married at once.”
Emeline laughed. “Well, of course we will! Why wouldn’t we be? Now, what’s your name, sweetheart?”
“Bluebeard.”
“Wow. Bluebeard. Really. That’s . . . that’s imaginative. I would never have guessed that. Is that your first or last name?”
“Yes!” Bluebeard placed the fedora back on his head. He held out his arm. “Shall we?”
“Oh yes, let’s.” Emeline looped her arm through his. He smelled like cologne with a faint touch of mildew. “That beard is absolutely brilliant. What brand do you use for your dye? Can I touch it?”
“Certainly.”
She dug her fingers into his beard and shook it hard. “Oh, now, that is gorgeous! You must give me your secret.”
Bluebeard nodded as if uncertain what to say. Then he
pulled her hands down. “It is genetics, I suppose.”
“So your beard is naturally this color. Will our children have blue beards, then?”
“Perhaps.”
“Even the little girls?”
Bluebeard’s mouth worked for a moment, but then he smiled. “That is not how it works, my dear.”
“Oh, but it is. There’s nothing wrong with being a bearded woman. I knew one. Although my favorite thing about her was how poised and calm she was. I’m sure it took a lot of practice. And—”
“Let us visit our new home. Shall we?” Bluebeard gestured toward the wooded path that turned off from the main road. The conifers, maples, oaks, and elms obscured most of it from sight. Already the new leaves were thick enough to mask the forest in all shades of green.
“Lead on, you blue-bearded devil, you.” Emeline removed her phone, snapped a selfie next to him, and then thrust it back into her pocket. “I can’t wait to see the magnificent palace that awaits me.”
“It’s more of a château.”
“Well, if a château is the best you’ve got, so be it. I suppose I can make do.”
“You are quite a fine lady indeed.”
“You have no idea how fine I am.”
Bluebeard opened his mouth to speak and then paused. Emeline patted his arm. They walked on for a while longer. Bluebeard had little to say, much to Emeline’s surprise. And they did not follow the path to the Victorian bridge. Not that that bothered Emeline. She had seen the bridge many times. But after another hour of walking up and down hills straight into the forest, she began to grow weary. Her slim flats were practical enough for short walks, but not for this.
“How much farther?” she asked.
“You are getting tired?” Bluebeard stopped. “Would you like me to carry you?”
Hmmm, that was even more out of her comfort zone. Emeline hesitated. “You’re sure you won’t drop me?”
Not that it mattered. She had to say yes.
“You are but a feather in the palm of my hand. I swear it.”
“All right,” Emeline said, a little more hesitantly.
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