I am on vacation (and definitely not at my computer much, so if I haven’t responded to you, that’s why…but I will soon! 🙂 ) but couldn’t miss out on Friday Fictioneers! Thank you, Rochelle! Oops, to late to add a link.
PHOTO PROMPT © Ronda Del Boccio
Fairy Hour
“It’s fairy grass,” Ellie said. “Fairies visit every night for treats.”
Bethany, her cousin, scoffed. “That’s make-believe.”
Ellie didn’t argue or admit she’d seen the fairies. She simply left cherry-flavored jellybeans near the magical pond at the edge of the grass.
When darkness fell, Ellie watched from her window as golden spheres of light hovered by the fairy grass. When the orbs turned pink, she knew that they’d found the jellybeans.
Twinkling laughter, like gentle windchimes, sounded. Ellie smiled.
“Oh, Mistress, won’t you dance with us?”
And then Ellie ignored her mother’s warning to never venture outside alone at fairy-hour.
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Sascha Darlington
Never to be seen again, the wonderful world of wishing for the unbelievable. Nice story.
Thank you, James! 🙂
Ha! Reminds me Stephen King or Gremlins. “Don’t get them wet!” And a nice change. 🙂
Yep. Never know what’s going to come out of this brain.
very magical, that fairy hour is beautiful in your words
Interesting. Nicely done.
Thank you, Lisa.
It is indeed magical. Opening up a plethora of possibilities. 🙂
Thank you, Phyllis! 🙂
Your welcome indeed 🙂
Wow! What next I wonder?