“Leave him alone!” Pixie shouted above the thunderous booms of Jethro and the high pitched squeals of his sister. Somehow in the scuffle Pixie managed to get herself between Jethro and Violet. He was on his back on the floor and Pixie was lying on top of him, the other way around, with her back on his stomach. Her little face looking up at Violet in pure defiance. The room went ominously silent as Violet looked down at the brother she had tormented for four centuries, the brother who had been her lifelong victim for her own wicked amusement. The same brother she had tortured in the ghostly in-between for as long as he could remember because she wanted, more than anything, to be better than him. For four centuries she had succeeded in …show more content…
“No” for someone finally knowing that it wasn’t him that was bad. “No” for someone offering to love her too. The final answer was “No.” The tight rope snapped as Pixie threw Violet backward with such force that she fell to the ground and turned instantly to ash. A sudden draught stirred through the in-between and continued to sweep over the dust of Violet until there was nothing left to carry away. It was like someone had taken a deep breath to blow out a candle and it blew straight into that crypt where Violet once reigned as queen to quite literally blow her away. Ashes to ashes, dust to dust. Little Billy started to cry, this time I saw his tears and heard his sobs for real. He was crying from a right decent place, probably for the first time. I guess some men do eventually see the error of their ways. Little Billy got to see it through the crotch of my long johns, which I vowed I’d never wear again. We bricked up that crypt all over again. There was no point in calling the Cops because the evidence had all but vanished. It wasn’t likely that anyone would believe us anyway. We would also have to explain what had happened to all the old folks who’d lived in the