A-Z Challenge Day 23

Posted Wednesday April 27

Today's words were not easy to find, and I suspect worse is yet to come as we head into X Y Z territory.
Winsome adj. innocent charming, engaging, appealing.
Watchet adj. palest blue
Wilder  v. to go astray
Wayment n. lamentation, grief

I apologise for the length of this piece. Normally I endeavor to limit my word count to 200 when composing bits for the challenge but this time, I couldn't stop writing! Normal service will be resumed tomorrow.

It was a spring day, the sort of day poets write about and artists paint. A little girl was wandering through the woods stopping occasionally to pick a flower to put in her hair, or to watch the scurrying creatures go about their busy lives. The sun scattered dappled spots of light between the unfurling leaves of the trees that formed a canopy of palest green above her head.

What was that? Was it a tiny voice or her imagination playing tricks? 'Wait for me' it seemed to say. She looked around but there was nothing to be seen. She stopped to watch a little bird on a twig as it swayed back and forth in the breeze. 'Please wait for me' called the little voice again.

'Where are you?' the child said. There came no reply. She stood on tipi-toes and looked all around. Nothing. Not a soul in sight. Carrying on she climbed over a wooden gate. Some inquisitive cows looked up as she jumped to the ground, then got back to feeding on the lush green grass.

Then that little voice again. 'Please wait for me'. And then she saw where the voice was coming from. A winsome fairy-child was sitting on a branch of a nearby tree, her translucent wings quivering, tears trickling from her watchet eyes and flowing down her alabaster cheeks. The girl held out her hand. The fairy-child fluttered into the air then landed in her palm. 'Why are you following me?' said the little girl. 'Why are you so sad?'

The fairy-child told her, choking on her wayment, that she had wildered and was lost. She begged the girl to show her the way back to the fairy grotto. It was a secret place known to only children who truly believed in fairies. The little girl knew exactly where to take her.

A few minutes later the tiny fairyling was back with her family. The fairy godmother promised the girl that no matter what happened to her, in good times and sad, there would always be a fairy to watch over her.

So if you ever see that girl, and she looks over her shoulder and smiles, you know that her own little fairy is following just behind her.  

My friend Rosey - I told you about her last Friday - has posted an amusing little vignette. It is called Wobbly Wosey and it's right HERE! 

You can check out my A-Z posts thus far  by clicking  on a highlighted letter!

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