Wednesday, January 16, 2008

(Friday) Fiction

This weeks prompt on (Friday) Fiction is 'What is your character's lifelong dream? Why didn't she pursue it? This is my response!

The little pink fairy

A picture of innocence. A little pointy pink dress of satin and lace. Wrinkled sparkly white leggings and silver ballet shoes. A garland sits lop-sided on top of a stack of golden hair. Her arms going this way and that as she struggles to put on a pair of translucent wings.

Wriggling from side to side she heaves up her leggings then straightens her headgear. She picks up her wand, adjusts the glittery star on the end, and then she’s ready. There are spells to perform. Happiness to hand out and wishes to fulfil!

Falicia the fairy tip-toes out into fairyland. Thomas the ginger tom casts a wary glance in her direction as she totters across the lawn toward him. He sits unconcerned as she taps him gently on the head with her wand, then bends to stroke his sun-warmed back. Little Freddy pulls a quizzical face as the fairy, who looks very much like his sister, wanders over to his play pen. She reaches into her pocket then scatters a handful of stardust over his head. Freddy cries. Felicia wanders off in search of a more appreciative audience. She was certain that when she grew up she would become a real fairy.

Twenty years have passed and Felicia is ‘something in the city’. She is successful. People come to her with their dreams of wealth and she grants their wishes. Her stardust is now share documents. Her fairy land is the bank.

But in those quiet moments she is still that little pink fairy from her childhood. Those quiet moments when she drifts away and imagines herself flitting from flower to flower in a magic garden. When she sleeps she wears a smile as she swings from a rainbow and plays ring-a-ring-a-roses with the butterflies.

But she knows it will never be. She tells herself she was stupid to have ever believed it. The kids that teased her were right.

A dragonfly hovered outside her office window. Felicia turned her head, smiled and winked. A dozen pink rose petals floated down from the sky.


  1. Another beautiful tale, repeat my last comment - I wish I could have the innocence of childhood back...just to believe in fairies and magic...! Will have to read this one to my daughter besides the merbabe one :) Make a children's collection, Keith.

  2. Keith, you wrote my life story!

  3. A wonderful tale of innocence. Would that it be so easy, or true. :)

    Thank you very much for your comment about Blessing.

  4. Very nicely done yes you found your niche in children's stories good job.

  5. That was a beautifully told story.

  6. I wonder why we insist on discounting our childhood beliefs in favour of being "adult." It is such a relief to be getting older and discovering that my childhood self was right all along.

    You do have a gift for storytelling!

  7. Oh that makes me wish of being a child again. Wel written

  8. What a gift you have! Delightful stories right along. Wonderful!

  9. This is lovely, and I like the way you colored the paragraphs to give a visual aspect that echoed the story. The language is lyrical and flows with a grace and smoothness you'd expect of fairies. A delightful read, with a very satisfying ending.

  10. Two beautiful tales (I like that word!) With a three year old son I know the sense for adventure all too well and the ease from which he can shift from one adventure to another. If only as adults we were so flexible.

    I like the story of the fairy and who she makes wishes true in the city ... if only we could hold onto a little of that magic from childhood throughout our adult years. Thanks for the reminder of finding and holding onto some of that fairy magic ... though I think I'll hold off on sprinkling fairy dust (as I'm the one who has to clean it all up with the broom later on!)

    Beautifully written!

  11. Keith, this little girl could be me, except instead of bank notes I write, and give chocolate puddings.

  12. Beautiful!! That little girl could be any of us women. Thank you so much for that.
    Take care

  13. Oh my.. this was such a beautiful tale.. you do need to get your stories published they are so beautiful and I am getting addicted.. Blog linking you!!

  14. Hey Keith, that is such a touching tale. Like pjd, I like the visual touches, putting the childhood dream in pink, and the harsh real world in grey.

    Of course, her dream has come true in a way - but not perhaps in the way she thought. But as long as we keep dreaming, there is always a chance...

  15. awww she is adorable!



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