Labour Crisis

Toadstool

Labour Crisis

Poppy glanced around as she made her way to the front of the room. The turnout was less than she had hoped, but she reminded herself this was just the first meeting. It was more important to focus on building momentum. She took a deep breath and cleared her throat.

“Sisters,” Poppy began, “as some of you know, management has been quietly making changes that affect all of us. I called you here tonight to discuss our options.”

“You want us to rock the boat?” Marigold’s timid voice spoke from the front of the room, “but what if management retaliates? I can’t afford to lose this job.”

“None of us can,” Poppy replied. “But if we don’t respond at all, the new hires will end up replacing all of us.”

A collective gasp filled the room, followed by murmurs that grew into chatter and then into a chaotic uproar.

Poppy pounded on the toadstool and shouted for order.

“My fellow fairies,” she said, “it’s time to band together and make a stand. Unless you want to see those gremlins replace us?” Poppy looked pointedly around the room, “Petunia, can you imagine the sloppy kind of work a gremlin godmother would do? And Flora, just think of the therapy those poor children would need after being visited by the tooth gremlin. Sisters, are we really going to sit by and let that happen?”

“Heck no!” Flora shouted indignantly. “I love my little human kids. Even the greedy ones that expect five bucks per tooth.”

A new kind of uproar filled the room, fuelled by passion and vexation.

“Okay,” said Poppy, “then let’s talk about picket lines.”

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This is my submission for this week’s Trifextra challenge. The word this week is band (verb), and the third definition is: to gather together: unite.

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Image credit: Dušan Zidar / Photoxpress.com

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32 thoughts on “Labour Crisis

  1. As someone who has been in the thick of the labour unrest in our province this past school year, I can tell you that I am totally pro-fairy in this story! I do! I do! I do believe in fairies! Thanks, as always Suzanne, for linking up this week. 🙂

    1. Thanks Tom! 🙂 I really didn’t envy you guys last year. My grandmother was a shop steward at an aircraft munitions factory in WWII, when they brought in teenage boys to do the same work and paid them twice as much as the women who’d been there for years. This story is inspired by her experience.

  2. oh I loved this, loved just thinking about the FAIRY union having a CALL TO ORDER..I mean think of the magic, the food, the sparkly drinks and dresses.
    It was a lovely romp this piece, it made me smile picturing those small twittering voices on a picket line. it was magical and cute. YAY.

    thank you for linking up this week my friend.

    1. 😀 Thanks for your awesome comment Kir! I’m so glad you enjoyed this piece. For some reason, I always feel more vulnerable when I write humour.

  3. This was charming! Fairies on strike–I’m definitely not going to cross that picket line. (And I love that reference to the greedy kids who want $5 per tooth. :))

  4. Suzanne-the image of little Poppy pounding on her toadstool is so endearing. I was completely charmed by this story-and I was also fascinated to read that your grandmother’s WWII experience was the inspiration behind it! (I’m a big time WWII buff!) Great writing!

    1. Aw, thanks so much Valerie!

      Well, if you like WWII stuff, I should probably tell you that my other grandmother worked at Bletchley Park on the Enigma Project during WWII, which of course we only found out about in the 1990s.

  5. This is awesome! I love how the fairies are planning to band together against the gremlins. (Oh, and my kids are the greedy ones who think they should get $5 a tooth. Seriously, they’re used teeth, not golden nuggets.)

  6. I think I would much prefer to deal with a committee of raving fairies. Certainly more than any kind of gremlin.
    Fun piece, Suzanne!

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