Searching for Fairies

The sun was rising turning the sky a mixture of pale blue and pink. Angel opened the back door and slipped her dainty feet into runners. She hoped to find signs of fairies before the sun rose fully.

Angel tiptoed down the crooked cobbled path running her fingers through the feathery grass scattering dew drops everywhere. “Where are the fairies hiding?” She peaked in flowers and then underneath.The flowers had appeared magically overnight. She heard stories about fairies sleeping inside the flowers, but where are they.She continued to tiptoe along the path being careful not to step on any cracks.

Angel looked under the daffodils and tulips but no fairies. “Where did they go when the sun came up?” She looked under a pansy. “What is this?” Something glittered in the early morning light. Angel picked up two shiny pennies. “How did they get there? Where the fairies leaving presents?”

Angel kept looking under the pansies and ferns but still no fairies. “Oh, where are they? Will they ever quit teasing me? They are playful and mischievous.”

Maybe they are hiding in the bleeding hearts? Will look there.” When Angel lifted up the delicate leaves she saw three white polished stones and two turquoise feathers.”They’re teasing and leaving presents this morning.”

Angel looked up when she saw the shadow of the oak tree covering the path. Mommy always told her not to go beyond the oak tree but to stay within vision. “Why not? what was there? Fairies home perhaps?”

The sound of her mommy’s voice brought her back to the present. She skipped towards  the little white cottage, nestled against a grove of willows, with her treasures clutched in her chubby fingers.

The End

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About mhembroff

I am a graduate student from Ashworth college. I am an artist and belong to a local art club. I am a member of The Writers Guild of Alberta, fighting book worm in the write4kids cbic clubhouse and member of The SCBWI and attend local workshops whenever I can.
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