Something from what I’m suddenly working on, after a conversation on Twitter today. It’s probably going to be this month’s short story. I expect it to clock in pretty close to 3K, too.
Fade Hardy fumed, if you can fume wearily. That son of a bitch @exFxFxY6O9u had done it. He had really gone and done it. There it was, right there in one hundred and forty characters: all the details to the latest Winds of Magic movie. And with perfectly malignant timing, too, since the movie wasn’t even coming out until tomorrow.
The worst part? Fade couldn’t even hope that @exFxFxY6O9u was wrong. He never was. That was why he was one of the most followed Internet trolls on social media. When he spoiled a movie, that movie was spoiled. And if you blocked him, there were always tons of jackasses out there ready to spam him right into your face. Some people just took it as a personal insult when others just wanted to have nice things.
It was a really small and petty thing to be bothered over. Fade knew that, really she did. But it still bugged her for the next couple of days. It definitely bugged her when she caught a matinee of Winds of Magic (grad students and cheap movie tickets go hand in tightly-grasped hand); it was still a great movie, but it would have been even better if Fade didn’t know going in that the Steady Sidekick would make a Heroic Sacrifice to get the Good Guys past the Doom Portal. And she still had a little ire to go with her usual weekly coffee, pastries, and medieval history conversation with Frank Morgan a few days after that.