“For Saint Patrick’s Day this year, I’m really going to live up to my ridiculously Irish name,” declared Fiona Pegheen O’Malley as she whipped the towel off her head. “Ta-Da!”
“Good heavens! Your hair’s green!” her best friend, Sheila, exclaimed.
“Yup. And that’s just for starters.” Fiona began rummaging through her dresser drawers and closet, piling her finds on the bed. “Forest green slacks—I’ll have to iron those. Light green shirt. And look at these!” She tossed a pair of emerald sandals and some socks with shamrocks on them onto the growing stack. “I got them at the dollar store, along with three shades of green eye shadow and sparkly green nail polish.”
“ Wow! When we go to the Saint Patrick’s Day parade, more people will be looking at you than the floats,” Sheila said.
“Could be,” Fiona agreed.
“What if it rains?”
Fiona pointed to an apple green rain hat and coat on the chair by the door.
“Gosh, you’ve got everything but green underwear,” Sheila commented.
"Wanna bet?" Fiona held up two dainty pieces of green lace for Sheila’s inspection. “Erin go bra!”
Patricia McFadden is a Colorado children's writer who was supposed to be born on Saint Patrick's Day but held out for Spring Equinox. You can find out more about her at www.greenturtlepress.com
© 2008 Patricia McFadden. Original for CCF (McFadden grants CCF first electronic rights for one month; CCF may archive the material indefinitely and include it in an eBook anthology).
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