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Wednesday, April 28, 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
If You Dream of Fairies - X

Later that afternoon a car pulled into the neighbors’ driveway. Maria had opened the back door and was bounding across the lawn practically before the car came to a complete stop. Liz jumped up from her post in the garden and the two friends met in a frenzied embrace half way across the lawn. Keebler clearly didn’t know what to do with himself. He jumped all around the girls and tried his best to get between them. He alternated between whimpering and yelping. The girls broke their embrace and Maria barely even needed to reach down to scoop him up into her arms. He squirmed there and licked her face enthusiastically as she laughed. She kissed him on the nose and put him down. He ran around the garden then begged to be held again. Maria laughed, a sound made of pure joy, and obliged him.

Liz sat down at the wrought iron table their mothers still used for their coffee clutches on pleasant mornings. Maria started to join her, then jumped up before making actual contact with the chair. The effect would have looked awkward or even amusing on most people, but from Maria it was positively graceful. It looked as though it had been choreographed.

“Wait right here! I have something for you!”

Maria disappeared into the house where her parents were still unloading the contents of the car. She emerged just a moment later with a white box in her hand.

“I hope you like it!” she said, joining Liz at the table and presenting her with the box. She performed a little twirl before sitting down. Liz opened it quickly, a big grin growing across her face in anticipation. Maria always chose the best gifts.

“Oh Maria!” she said, removing the tissue paper that had protected the delicate figure in it’s box, “It’s perfect!”

She placed her gift carefully on the table where they could both see it. It was a beautiful sculpture of a fairy, rendered entirely from sea shells.

“We met the guy who makes these at the beach. He’d made lots and lots of mermaids – and they were really beautiful – but hidden among them I found her. She reminded me of you and of our fairy door.”

“I can’t imagine anything more perfect.”

“I’m so glad you like it.”

The girls sighed contentedly and enjoyed a moment just being in each others company. For the past week both of them had felt that something was missing and that now they were finally whole once more. Keebler had calmed down, too, and was lying at Maria’s feet, his head resting sweetly on his paws.

“So tell me”, Maria asked, “how is it that I go to the beach for a week and you’re the one who gets a tan? You look really great.”

Liz blushed at the compliment. It presented as a warm glow across her cheeks rather than the bright red ruddiness from her hairline to her neck to which she was accustomed. The effect was pretty and quite charming.

“Keebler and I have been spending a lot of time in the garden. I guess I got more sun than I thought.”

“Well it agrees with you, for sure. You really do look great.”

The girls spent the afternoon chattering and catching up. Maria regaled Liz with stories from the beach and Liz reciprocated with stories about Keebler’s antics. When their mothers called them in for dinner, Liz had not yet found a way to tell Maria about her encounters with the fairies.

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