Friday Fictionrees: Fairies
“Fairies like the pretty flowers,” Gramps said.
I was five, I believed.
Gramps left me his house with explicit directions to “take good care of the fairies. “
I was twenty-five, lived in the city, had a job. I was important. I was not going to babysit a vine full of flowers.
I drove back to sell the house. I didn’t bother to unpack. I left the takeout leftovers in the sink.
Next morning, all was unpacked and kitchen cleaned. I didn’t do it.
There were fairies among the flowers.
I moved back, found another job, and protect fairies.
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