So young, hope was alive but fading fast.
One night, heat still stifling at three a.m., I woke from a fitful sleep.
A fairy sat on my window sill. She smiled and I was comforted.
Mom said I must have been dreaming.
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What do mums know!
A great take on the prompt.
Thanks!
I believe in fairies! I do! I do! I love this. It reminds me of the time I saw Santa fly by in his sled.
You’ll have to tell me that Santa story some time.
Yep! No matter what anyone says, we know what we saw. Loved you take on the prompt!
Thank you! I’m a firm believer.
But of course they exist! How else do you think I speak with such conviction of them to my daughter? I think we all need that spark of magic to keep us happy.
Sometimes it’s the little things that keep us going. I’m glad you keep that magic alive for your daughter.
Reminded me of Peter Pan. Evrytime someone says they dont believe in them, a fairy dies. 🙂
No! The fairies can’t die!!
Sweet image. It’s all relative anyway, right?
Absolutely!
So glad she saw a fairy before hope faded. We have to hold onto some semblance of mystery and fables and the impossible in the world. Lovely, as always, Michelle!
Couldn’t agree more, Meg!
Sweet! My daughter loved fairies and leprechauns when she was little. I used to write her special “messages” from them. She’s 21 now, and she still loves Tinkerbell.
Aw, that was so sweet of you to write the messages!
My girls discovered “flower fairies” when we lived in England and, I saw the tooth fairy when I was about 5 years old, She came to leave a quarter for my sister.
That really dates me, huh? A quarter?
I think a quarter was all I got too. My son lost his second tooth last week. $5.
I hope the fairy comes back soon. Lovely. Thank you.
It only happened the one time, but I still believe 🙂
So good and positive. Loved this one.
Thank you!
Ah, the first line, so true! One can never be too old to believe.
Agreed!
I’m cheering. Comfort and fading hope restored. Shush, Mom!
Exactly!
This is a lovely image of being comforted in the night. 3 a.m. is the worst!
3 am is definitely the worst. I still groan when I wake up then. It was nice that at least once something good came of it.
I hope this restored your hope!
One sunny day, my friend and I were sitting in my garden and we both watched what could only be described as a tiny white fairy as it flew between us, then disappeared. We still talk about it to this day!
See, so you know what I’m talking about! They are real!
I’m the kind of mom that asks for details (colour, wingspan, glitter factor?).
I love the way you preface the story in that opening line. Nicely done!
Thanks! My mom believed me about the ghost I saw because she said she saw it too. I guess since she didn’t see the fairy it didn’t happen 🙂
They say children are more susceptible to psychic phenomenon. I don’t know who “they” is. But I believe it, just like children have an easier time learning foreign languages.
I would absolutely believe that!
Wonderful how you create the expectation with the line, ‘hope was alive but fading fast,’ as if in another few months she’d have been too old to see. Lovely story.
Maybe not all hope fades with age, but certainly some does.
Wonderful work. The innocence of childhood described amazingly.
Thank you!
Fairies can’t be seen by adults. That’s my story, anyway. Beautifully written!
I’ve certainly never seen one as an adult!