3 Perspectives on an Apple
(TW: Racism, specifically, Black Gypsies vs White Boston Police Officers) 

Author’s note: Quaraun and GhoulSpawn are the only two white characters in the UnSeelie Court Caravan. Faeries in the context of this world are ALL Black Gypsies. It is 2 white men travelling with 400+ Black men, women, and children… and they just rolled into Boston. — — readers who’ve read the novels are aware of this fact, but these short stories on Medium are written with the assumption you already read the novels and so already know this. I’m adding this context note for readers who may be coming into this story without having read the novel series first. — -further note: My family are Gypsies and we have to put up with racist shit from white police officers constantly.

3 Perspectives on an Apple

Chapter 1: Quaraun

The apple gleamed like a ruby, its smooth skin unmarred by dirt or blemish. Beautiful. Perfect. Worth it’s weight in gold.

Quaraun scowled at the vendor’s careless arrangement — heaps of red perfection spoiled by bruised, lumpy rejects. Caked clumps of dried grey clay flaked off the basket. He leaned on his cane, muttering about the lack of elegance.

A perfect apple could be polished, then dipped in wax of resin and made into a lustrous charm to hang on his loom or a pigment for his silks. Yet the thought of dirt on his hands made him shiver.

“Love, just pick one!” BoomFuzzy called, laughing.

“Not until they sort this mess!”

“What mess?” Cried the vendor.

“This filth!” Annoyed, Quaraun jabbed his cane at the display. “Do you not care about presentation? Where is you artistry?”

“My what?”

“There is dirt on these apples.”

“It washes off.”

“You expect me to wash apples? Why would I pay for apples that needed washing, when I could get dirty apples for free along any road side meadow?”

“Pay the man!” BoomFuzzy yelled, as he left the stand.

“Do you expect me to pay for filth?”

“No! I expect ya to pay for a basket of apples, so I can make pies for your privileged pampered fat white ass!”

“There is dirt on that basket!”

Chapter 2: BoomFuzzy

“Apples, aye?” BoomFuzzy snickered, plucking one from the pile. Its tart aroma tickled his nose. “Could make a fine cider, though the tart ones are better in pie. Bruised one for cider. Red ones for jelly. Green ones for pie. I could bake these yellow ones like pears.”

He turned it in his hands, imagining the crunch of its flesh, the soft crumble of crust. But he saw beyond that sweetness — he saw life fading. Bruised, rotten apples reminded him of mortality. Each one, a soul bound for decay.

He tossed the apple to the vendor, flashing a toothy grin.

“How much for the whole bloody lot?”

He didn’t wait for an answer, thinking already of caramel glazes and sugared toppings. BoomFuzzy picked up the basket and walked off.

“Hey!” The vendor yelled. “You gotta pay for those!”

“Talk to the Elf! Hims gots the money!”

“You gonna pay me?” The vendor asked Quaraun.

“No!”

“Pay him, ya eejit!”

Quaraun was still bitching about the vendor’s lack of artistic skill.

BoomFuzzy made his way through the market, still lugging the apple basket.

“Come back here with my apples!”

“Pay the man ya stupid JellyElf!”

“NO! I refuse! My gold coins are perfectly polished. I will not exchange them for dirt and mud!”

BoomFuzzy threw an apple at Quaraun, hitting him in the back of the head.

Chapter 3: GhoulSpawn

BoomFuzzy shouted something about pies, while Quaraun threw a temper tantrum about gold coins and dirt. GhoulSpawn wasn’t paying attention. They were always bickering. It was what married couples did.

GhoulSpawn watched the apples, his scientific mind at work. He calculated their density, hypothesizing how many Newtons of force their skins could withstand before rupturing.

The vendor was yelling.

“Humans are so loud and rude.”

The apple BoomFuzzy threw at Quaraun, dropped to the ground and rolled to GhoulSpawn’s hooves, and he absently picked it up, turning it over.

“Strange design,” he murmured. “Evolution favoured this? Low shelf life, minimal nutritional value.”

A pair of police officers came jogging over in answer to the vendors yells, but GhoulSpawn barely registered it.

Quaraun punched a cop in the face. Two more officers wrangled him to the ground. BoomFuzzy transformed into a Unicorn and came galloping back to jab a third officer with his horn.

GhoulSpawn stepped around them, staring at the apple in his hand. He saw potential — a biological battery, its acidic juices conducting electricity in crude experiments.

“Come back here with my apple!”

The stars would wait. This apple had possibilities. GhoulSpawn stuffed the apple into his pocket, already considering modifications for future tests.

“Stop stealing my apples, you filthy non-Humans!”

GhoulSpawn picked up another apple and walked off munching it.

“Stop! Thief! There goes another one!”

A Few Hours Later…

The cell in the police station was as filthy as the apples.

Straw scattered across the stone floor, rusty water was dripping down the wall, and the stench of mildew clung to the air.

Quaraun perched delicately on the edge of the lone wooden bench, glaring at BoomFuzzy, who leaned casually against the bars, grinning as though nothing had gone wrong. GhoulSpawn sat cross-legged in the corner, tinkering with a loose nail he’d pried from the wall.

“This,” Quaraun hissed, his hysterical voice sharp enough to cut through the gloom. “Is entirely your fault, Unicorn.”

“Mine?” BoomFuzzy let out a hearty laugh. “Love, you’re the one who wouldn’t pay the man for his bloody apples!”

“I will not pay for dirt!” Quaraun snapped.

“They was apples, Love. Not dirt. A basket of apples. Not a jar of dirt.”

“And you stole the basket!”

“Aye, and I was gonna bake ya a pie!” BoomFuzzy countered, tossing his dreadlocks over his shoulder. “Ya ungrateful wee JellyElf. I thought ya was just gonna give the man his coins. I didn’t know ya was gonna throw a hissy fit. In case your pampered white ass forgot, I happen to be Black! Cops are always looking for a reason to arrest me on that basis alone!”

Quaraun crossed his arms, lips pursed in indignation.

“My gold coins are polished. I will not hand them over for such filth.”

“Coins are for spending, not collecting. Besides, the Goat was the one stuffing apples in his pocket!”

“I’m a Sheep.” GhoulSpawn didn’t even look up. “And technically, the fault lies with the gravitational pull that caused the apple to fall and roll toward me. I merely followed the trajectory.”

“You pocketed it!” Quaraun shot back, pointing accusingly at the Sheep Demon. “After he threw it at me!”

“I was conducting experiments,” GhoulSpawn replied, unbothered. “Did you know apples can conduct a small electrical charge?”

BoomFuzzy barked out a laugh.

“See? The Goat’s the real thief!”

“I’m a Sheep.”

“Goat. Sheep. Whatever. Ya still stole the apple!”

Quaraun groaned, clutching his head.

“Why do I travel with you two imbeciles?”

“Because ya loves us and canna live without us.”

An officer approached the cell, banging a nightstick against the bars.

“Keep it down in there! You’re disturbing the other prisoners.”

“FUCK YOU YA FUCKING WHITE PIG!” BoomFuzzy yelled at the officer.

“You’re lucky we got laws here,” the officer said. “If it was up to me we’d string all you Gypsy scum up on sight.”

“How dare ya talk to me like that! I am King Gwallmaiic!”

“Gypsy kings don’t hold no rank in these parts.”

Quaraun rose, leaning heavily on his cane as he glared at the guard.

“Do you know who I am?”

“Some stuck up prissy Elf who’s travelling with a gang of Black Gypsies and been arrested for assaulting an officer while resisting arrest for apple theft,” the officer replied, unimpressed.

“I did not steal any apples!”

“You assaulted an officer of the law.”

“He assaulted me first!”

BoomFuzzy doubled over, laughing.

“Oh, Love, ya ain’t gettin’ out of this one with yar fancy words! I’m Black and ya was in my company, that’s enough to get ya a life sentence in these parts.”

“Enough!” Quaraun snapped, turning back to BoomFuzzy. “You will fix this, or I’m never eating another one of your pies again.”

BoomFuzzy wiped a tear from his eye, still chuckling.

“Fine, Love. I’ll bake ya a pie in here. Goat, grab us some straw. I’ll make a crust.”

“I’m a Sheep. And making pie crust out of straw, while probably possible, is not going to taste very good, plus it’ll be unsanitary given the conditions of this room.”

Quaraun sank back onto the bench, burying his face in his hands.

“I am surrounded by fools and idiots. Idiots and fools.”

“I thought I told you to shut up!”

Quaraun grabbed his cane and swiftly limped back to the barred door, narrowing his icy blue eyes at the guard.

“You dare speak to me in such a tone?”

The guard, a stout man with a scraggly beard, smirked.

“And what are you gonna do about it, fancy Elf? Pout me to death?”

Quaraun’s silver hair shimmered in the dim torchlight as he reached into his robes, withdrawing his Rainbow Wand. The gem-encrusted rod glinted ominously as he raised it.

“I’ve incinerated fools for less. Do not test me.”

BoomFuzzy snorted, crossing his arms as he leaned back against the wall.

“Love, maybe don’t turn the whole place into ashes? I don’t fancy spending the next century undead and buried under rubble.”

The guard stepped closer, tapping his baton against the bars.

“That’s a pretty stick you’ve got there, Elf. Why don’t you hand it over before you hurt yourself?”

Quaraun’s grip tightened. His knuckles would have whitened if not for the gold sheen of his prosthetic hands.

“Hand it over? Do you even know what this is? This wand has ended kings. It has — ”

“Made a lot of noise,” GhoulSpawn interrupted from the corner.

Quaraun turned, scowling.

“What are you doing?”

GhoulSpawn held up the nail he’d been fiddling with.

“Picking the lock.”

The guard laughed.

“With that? You’ve got better odds of waiting for the next ice age to melt.”

Click.

The cell door swung open with a groan.

BoomFuzzy burst out laughing, slapping his thigh.

“Goat, yar a bloody genius!”

“I’m a Sheep,” GhoulSpawn muttered, stepping into the corridor.

The guard fumbled for his keys, but Quaraun moved faster, aiming his Rainbow Wand. A crackling bolt of multicolored light shot forth, exploding the baton into a shower of splinters. The guard yelped, diving for cover.

“That’s what happens when you insult an Elf,” Quaraun declared, striding out of the cell with his cane clicking sharply against the stone floor.

BoomFuzzy followed, still chuckling.

“Love, yar dramatics are as shiny as yar wand. Let’s get outta here before the whole bloody city shows up.”

GhoulSpawn led the way, his cloven hooves clacking softly as he navigated the dimly lit corridors.

“We need an exit. Preferably one not swarming with guards.”

Quaraun sniffed disdainfully.

“I shall blast through any guards who dare approach.”

“Or,” GhoulSpawn countered. “We could be smart and not announce our presence with fireworks.”

BoomFuzzy slapped Quaraun on the back, nearly toppling him.

“He’s got a point, Love. Subtlety’s not yar strong suit.”

“I am subtle!” Quaraun protested, straightening his rhinestone encrusted neon pink silk robes.

The sound of approaching footsteps silenced further argument. GhoulSpawn pointed to a nearby door.

“Through there.”

They slipped into a supply room, its shelves lined with dusty jars and rusting tools. BoomFuzzy rummaged through a crate, pulling out a burlap sack.

“Perfect! We’ll need this for the apples.”

“We do not have the apples,” Quaraun reminded him through gritted teeth.

“Yet.”

BoomFuzzy winked.

GhoulSpawn pushed open a small window at the back of the room.

“This leads to the alley. We’ll need to move quickly.”

BoomFuzzy climbed out first, his long fluffy purple tail flicking as he landed gracefully on the cobblestones. GhoulSpawn followed, his hooves clicking softly.

Quaraun hesitated, glancing at his silk robes.

“This window is filthy.”

“Climb out, Love.”

“I will get dirty!”

“Yar robes’ll survive, Love. Move it!” BoomFuzzy hissed, forcibly pulling him through.

Grumbling, Quaraun climbed out, his silver hair trailing behind him like a shimmering cascade. Once outside, the three darted down the alley, sticking to the shadows.

The Godforsaken City was quiet, save for the distant shouts of guards discovering their escape. GhoulSpawn led the way toward the docks, his keen sense of direction guiding them through the maze of narrow streets.

“Almost there,” he whispered as the river came into view.

The faint glow of lanterns from their riverboat, The Blue Monkey, illuminated the water’s surface.

GhoulSpawn paused, glancing back.

“No sign of pursuit. We should be safe.”

“For now,” Quaraun muttered, his fingers tightening around his Rainbow Wand. “Findaru’s men are every where in this city.”

“You get onboard, Love,” BoomFuzzy said with a grin. “I’m sneakin’ back tonight for me apples.”

Quaraun’s jaw dropped.

“Are you mad? After all this, you are going back for a basket of dirt-covered fruit?”

“Aye,” BoomFuzzy replied, patting the burlap sack slung over his shoulder. “I didn’t steal this sack fer nothin’.”

GhoulSpawn stepped onto the gangplank, his hooves thudding softly.

“I’ll join you. I need more apples for my experiments.”

“Experiments?” Quaraun sputtered, following them aboard. “You are both insane.”

BoomFuzzy leaned close, pressing a quick kiss to Quaraun’s cheek.

“Aye, Love.”

Quaraun huffed, but a faint smile tugged at his lips as he settled into a chair on the deck.

“If you get caught again, do not expect me to bail you out.”

BoomFuzzy and GhoulSpawn exchanged mischievous grins.

“Love, without ya pompous arse with us, we’ll not get caught. We never do. It’s you who always gets caught.”

The Pink Necromancer, Moon Elf silk weaver & merchant: Quaraun on Noodle Beach. His master chef Phooka turned Lich husband: BoomFuzzy with his 1968 VW Bus Beach Noodle Food Truck. And their on again/off again mad scientist Sheep Demon lover: GhoulSpawn with his 1974 AMC Gremlin time machine. Time Travel setting swings back and forth between 40th century Maine after a comet hit the moon decimating the planet, and the 1970s, Maine. Quaraun in the main character, he and BoomFuzzy are a married gay couple. GhoulSpawn is their shared live-in lover. Art by Wendy Christine Allen.

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