Thursday, January 05, 2017

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Post 1417  Thursday January 5



My Daddy's a miller. He takes bundles of long grass into his windmill and makes it into it into flour and Mummy turns it into bread and buns. I can’t go inside, not until I’m older because Daddy says it’s dangerous. I love watching the sails going round and round. I wave and they wave back.

If I tell you something, promise not to laugh like my horrid brother does. Promise? Well, fairies live in Daddy's windmill. I know because sometimes I see them riding on the sails. Round and round they go, covered in flour and sometimes it makes them sneeze.

I smell cake. Coming?




A big thank you to Rochelle for hosting Friday Fictioneers and to Sandra Crook for the picture.


22 comments:

  1. A delightful view of life and magic through the eyes of a child!

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  2. The innocence of children, where everything is made good by cake! Nice voice.

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    1. Actually, things still are! Thanks Iain.

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  3. Dear Keith,

    You've captured the child's voice. Nicely done.

    Shalom,

    Rochelle

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    1. I'm glad you liked it Sandra. Thanks for the photo.

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  5. How a child's fantasy can be all too true in their beliefs! Great imagination Keith!

    Hank

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  6. For some reason the image of sneezing fairies made this story extra sweet

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  7. Oh so sweet! Love the child's view...

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    1. The innocence of childhood. Thanks Dale

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  8. great story here. could be expanded into a book for children.

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  9. You have such a wonderful way of showing the child's point of view. Delightful!

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    1. There is something theraputic about trying to see things through a child's eyes. Thanks Darla

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