“I am Sifa of the Fabled Sidhe, goddess of fragile things. I have been sent to protect you.” The woman tore a strip from a roll of bubble wrap she held in her hands.
My heart fluttered. Should I run?
“Stay still. I won’t hurt you.” Her bright eyes reassured me.
She reached into my chest and pulled out my heart.
“Whump whump,” it said. “Whump whump.”
“I know,” she said, her voice reassuring. “There, there.”
I stared. My heart was an ugly purple and smelled of uncooked meat.
“Would you mind?” Sifa asked, lifting my heart.
I held my heart for her as she wrapped it in plastic bubbles.
“Whump whump,” it apologized.
“I forgive you,” I told my heart.
The plastic crinkled as Sifa stuffed my heart back into my chest. “There. You should be good.”
I straightened up, a tickle in my chest.
“How does it feel?” she asked me.
“Whump whump,” I said, giddy as a child.
“Good.” She draped the last of the bubble wrap round her face like a veil, winked once, and disappeared.