I stuffed the fairy's tongue into a locker at school. Left it there among the rows of other dark holes plugged shut with scaled-down doors. When I stand back and take them all in, they remind me of a mortuary wall.
It's not over. My secret has a grudge and a knuckle in its voice.
I pass it on my way to class. It’s grown lips and learnt to punch:
“Shitface. You can't keep me here. You know it, right!'”
Winded, I scuttle down the corridor.
Soon it will be more than mouth. And for the wand it will come.
Author bio: I live in Scotland. I have stories published in various places online including, 100 word story, Bending Genres and Easy Street. I also have stories published in The Infernal Clock anthology series.
Secret is part of 101 Fiction issue 19.
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