Welcome to Mark Koopman's Mahvelous "Got Green?" Blog Hop!
Today my entry features two very special people. One, a villain. The other, a super hero. But beware folks, because both only surface on One. Day. A. Year. St. Paddy's day!
Before we get to my 333 word entry, let me introduce you to our two stars. First off, we've got Lucky, the "lobaircin" who makes all our lives miserable by chalking our kids full of sugar and is notorious for being stingy with the marshmallows.
And our hero? None other than the infamous Super Irish Guy, aka SIGGY, aka Mark Koopmans. Who... well, you'll just have to read about his super power below.
The Ides of Ireland:
The crowd stood shoulder to shoulder, the early morning sun pounding down on our heads. The smell of sweat and unwashed bodies perforated the air and a baby wailed somewhere in the chaos. Hundreds surrounded the arena, some having been camped out for days.
I shifted my weight, my legs aching with the wait. But it was worth it. I’d stand here for another week to get a good look at Super Irish Guy, aka SIGGY.
Then he entered.
Face painted green, orange, and white, with parallel colors flowing from his back, he stood with his feet planted, one hand on hip, other clasping a mug of ale. His eyes scanned the crowd under his backwards baseball cap until they zeroed in on his opponent.
The small green man sat across the arena, one knee propped up, clover stuck between his teeth. His red hair was matted under his green top hat, an evil smile lurking at his lips.
“Do ye think he’ll win?” I asked the man next to me. “Lucky looks pretty smug.”
“Och, dinna fash, lassie. 'Course he’ll win. No one can stop the SIGGY.”
As if hearing our words, the SIGGY took one last swig of ale and tossed the mug to the ground. Lucky unfolded from his position and spit the clover from his teeth. The two faced each other in silence, as if waiting for the other to move.
Then Lucky charged. He pulled out a small dagger, the sun glinting dangerously off its shiny face. SIGGY grabbed the blade with one bare hand, unflinching, and ripped the weapon from Lucky’s grasp. But Lucky procured another blade and stuck it in SIGGY’s side, pinning him.
The crowd stopped. No one moved. But SIGGY smiled. He removed his cap. The sun bounced off SIGGY’s baldhead and burned Lucky like a magnifying glass to an ant, the heat sizzling him to a crisp.
The crowd erupted.
“Who's got yer Lucky Charms now!” SIGGY yelled. “Beware the Ides of Ireland!”
And now I'm off to go check out the other entries! You can find them on Mark's blog here.
Red. IrishHead. Out. :D