Friday Fictioneers: Guardian

He promised romance and enchantment.

He bought the place sight unseen.

The old lady would not give back our money.

“Time is running out,” she said. “You have been chosen.”

Then she died.bjc3b6rn-19

I wanted to burn the place and move back to the city.

At dusk, they came out, a tribe of a hundred adults and children.

They were 6 inches high with large round eyes, beautiful, delicate, and enchanting.

They said whoever lived in the hut was their guardian.

We stayed.

But time is running out. They are in need of a new guardian.

You have been chosen.

The End

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