This is a response to Prompt #794 Faerie Dance at The Writing Reader.
Come, faeries, take me out of this dull house!
Let me have all the freedom I have lost;
Work when I will and idle when I will!
Faeries, come take me out of this dull world,
For I would ride with you upon the wind,
Run on the top of the disheveled tide,
And dance upon the mountains like a flame.
-William Butler Yeats, The Land of Heart’s Desire
Marina sighed as she shifted from her left to her right cheek. The tweet stream was at top speed for the day now, over 1200 tweets per minute. EnvironTek paid her per interaction with their tweet stream. Her fingers danced as she retweeted, replied, and sent direct messages to the twits in the stream. Most days she found it invigorating, a worthy challenge. Definitely better than her best friend’s job as a receptionist or her sister’s job as a full-time parent. Today, however, she was tired of it.
That didn’t matter. The rent was due. She squared her shoulders and allowed the flow of the stream to carry her away.
She hit a small eddy a few minutes later. A tweet from a user calling herself @Titania declared, “Come dance with me.” Marina stopped for a moment, then laughed. If the Queen of the Faeries was real, she certainly wouldn’t be wasting her time on Twitter. Sometimes twits were just that – twits. She dove back into the stream and redoubled her efforts.
It came again, this time as an RT from a user calling himself @Oberon. “TY for the invite @Titania! RT Come dance with me.” Without thinking, she replied, “TY @Oberon, I wish I could.”
As soon as she sent it, she knew she was in trouble. She wasn’t tweeting as Marina, but as her employing corporation. It only took one mistake like this to create a newsworthy scandal for a company like EnvironTek. The multinational conglomerate had its talons into everything that environmentalists considered evil – from fracking in New Jersey to tar sands in Canada and rain forest logging in Brazil. It was her job to create good PR for them on Twitter, not to get caught up in a silly scheme promoted by a couple of twits pretending to be King and Queen of the Faeries. She could only pray that no one would notice her reply.
Marina dug in and sent out a couple of tweets about EnvironTek’s donations to educational foundations benefiting children with special needs. Then she opened hashtag.org and began to read the stream for #specialed, following users, direct messaging new contacts about the EnvironTek programs, and retweeting their tweets like a mad woman. She hadn’t received a DM from HR yet, so maybe no one had noticed.
Suddenly, “Come dance with us @Environtek #specialed” came from Oberon and Titania at the same time. How had they found her here in this smaller, protected stream? She closed the tab instinctively and pressed her hands over her eyes. Who were these people?
An alert sounded. She’d received a DM. She opened her eyes, praying that it wasn’t from HR.
“Come dance with us @EnvironTek” began to fill her stream. Tweet after tweet after tweet scrolled across her screen, crowding out the other tweets until that was all that she could see. The alerts were coming so quickly that they sounded like a fireworks display.
Marina shoved her chair away from the desk and stalked into her kitchen. She pulled an ice pack out of the freezer and held it to her forehead in the hopes of staving off the headache that was gathering behind her eyes.
She jumped when the phone rang. She hit the button on her Bluetooth ear bud, sure that it would be Connie in HR telling her that she was fired. Well, Connie, she thought. You can have this job. It sucks.
“Come dance with me,” a sultry female voice demanded.
Before she could answer, the music flowed through her, a more powerful stream than Twitter had ever been. She stumbled into the living room, sagged into the couch, and allowed Titania to pull her mind into the dance.
Thanks to JayVeeAre for the lovely faerie picture.