When I looked at the image, the first thing that popped into my head was: Puck, in trying to make good his escape . . . [Why Puck, GOK (god only knows)]
“Shazbutt,” swore Puck, realizing his Houdini Cocktail was off by at least one ingredient. Time as a bar-tender at Hansel and Gretel’s Bar and Grill in Fairyland improved his mixology, but not his memory.
“Well,” he thought, “I am an imaginanery character who’s at least 500 years old.” Which would be fine had he not half-materialized in a niche in some god-forsaken skid-row church. His nose itched; some fool was assaulting him with a spray can.
“Ol’ Billie got it wrong – all’s well if your end is well,” he thought and his was sticking out in the Piggy Bank’s vault. “When T.H.E. King, counting house VP opens the place on Monday. . . “
“Even Rumpled Stilskin* with his hot biker babe partner, Princess Charm-less would have no sweat solving this crime,” Puck thought. “It’s not like the evidence isn’t in plain sight . . .”
So, here was Puck about to get his butt kicked and his nose sprayed. As a rather comely young maiden passed by, Puck thought aloud: “Give me your hands, if we be friends, And Robin shall restore his [rear end].” Midsummer’s Night Dream, Act V, Scene 1 (paraphrased)
Puck aka Robin Goodfellow appears in a variety of forms and stories, from pre-Shakespeare and on into 21st century YA fantasy novels and Netflix streaming series.
*“My name is Sargent Rumpled Stiltskin, Fairyland is my beat. Yeah, the stories are true, and I don’t change names to protect the innocent. Everyone is guilty of something in this not-so-fair city.”
for KL Caley’s #writephoto — emerging
Emerging – Image by Geoff Le Pard