Making it Work. Chapter Two
Making it Work
An Outing with Flick-Wick
By three O’clock, Sarah’s home was filled with loud music and a wild handful of Jareth’s little goons. Four were playing with the TV remote, laughing hysterically at the humans they saw on screen. Two had removed all the pots from the kitchen cupboards and were banging out a metallic rhythm. And in Sarah’s bedroom Flick-Wick stood with her master, holding up a men’s fashion catalog and turning the pages whenever he commanded.
Jareth looked at the bearded mortals and then back at his own reflection in the full length mirror. All these models had facial hair. He stepped closer to the glass and stroked the smooth skin of his jaw, wondering what they saw in it… wondering for a moment, what he might look like if he too sprouted hair on his face. The moment passed and Jareth sneered. He was a Fae, pure and perfect. Lesser creatures wore hair on their
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