Friday Fictionrees: Fairies


Copyright -Randy Mazie

“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.

The End


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