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Wednesday, April 21, 2010

If You Dream of Fairies

If You Dream of Fairies is a story I wrote for my daughters and niece last summer. I will present it here in serialized form. It was my first foray into fiction.

In case you missed something:
If You Dream of Fairies - I
If You Dream of Fairies - II
If You Dream of Fairies - III
If You Dream of Fairies - IV
If You Dream of Fairies - V
If You Dream of Fairies - VI
If You Dream of Fairies - VII
If You Dream of Fairies - VIII
If You Dream of Fairies - IX

The night before Maria was scheduled to return, Liz dreamed of fairies again.

She woke before dawn and quietly crept out of the house so as to not disturb her parents’ sleep. Keebler seemed to somehow grasp the importance of this and he didn’t make a sound either. Together they made their way to the garden. The dew was still heavy on the grass and the flowers and Liz loved the cool wetness on her bare feet.

When they got close enough to the tree to see the door, Liz was not at all surprised to find that it was open. She had known – known in the way that one knows something with one’s entire body – that it would be. She didn’t know how she knew; only that she did.

She spotted the first fairy at the same moment that the fairy spotted her. They both froze for a moment, Liz in her bare feet and pajamas with her mouth agape and her eyes opened wide with wonder; the fairy looking a bit frightened and stunned. The trance was broken when Keebler barked at the wee flying creature. She made a circular motion with her arm and suddenly the entire garden seemed to take flight. The fairies were moving fast so that the effect looked – to Liz’s eyes – like a blurry pastel windstorm. A flutter of wings in the palest hues of pink, lavender, peach, blue and yellow rose from the flowers and flew quickly through the door in the tree, sprinkling fairy dust haphazardly onto the dew-laden garden below them. When they were all safely inside, one small fairy with lavender wings and a dress that seemed to be made from the petals of a flower Liz couldn’t quite identify – the same fairy that Liz had initially seen when she’d walked into the garden – peeked out as she closed the door. It was hard to tell on such a tiny face, and it had all happened so quickly, but Liz thought the expression on the small fairy’s face said, “sorry”.

1 comment:

  1. why is the fairy so sad? Don't keep us waiting too long, okay?