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An Unexpected Fairy Tale

So, as I said on Wednesday, I wrote the following piece as my entry to a flash fiction contest. I hope it does well but I also hope you enjoy it.

The Little People

In older days, the Wee Folk were courted by brave but foolhardy men who sought treasure and power. Those poor fools were tormented to madness and then left to die as the pitiful creatures they were.

Wiser people left offerings for the Fae. Showing respect to things they didn’t understand. These people were rewarded in subtle ways for their generosity because the code of Sidhe demanded balance through the return of a favor.

People, who are not immortal, change with the passing of time. They forget the lessons of their grandmothers, and so, the Fairies were forgotten. The Fair Folk were no longer believed in; though they were still among us.

John sat looking at the tiny plaster fairy that his daughter had made for him. It was lopsided and the wings were mismatched but that didn’t matter. Hanna had molded it with tiny hands in a summer craft class and he would proudly display it on his desk.

Hanna had also borrowed a book of legends from the library. So after learning about the fairies his little girl had begun setting out bread and butter every night. “It’s just a matter of time until the coons that are eating that bread start tipping over the trash cans.” He thought as he sat the little statue beside his daughter’s picture.

She had made him promise to feed it. To leave something out at night for the fairies who would come to see the small lump of clay. So he had, and now, as he prepared to head home for the night, John felt a little silly placing a cracker at the statues feet. The important thing to him was the promise. He taught by example and it wouldn’t do to lie to his daughter. He would keep his word.

The next morning, John stood outside his cube in wonder. The cracker was gone. He would later decide that the night crew had thrown it away but he wouldn’t think about that for hours. He was too dumb-founded by the beautiful, fresh-cut flowers that were in his coffee cup.

  1. April 27, 2012 at 11:51 AM

    What a sweet little tale! Thanks for entering 🙂

    • April 27, 2012 at 12:11 PM

      Thank you. I am glad you liked it.

  2. April 27, 2012 at 1:28 PM

    Lovely fairy offering. Thank you for entering 🙂

  3. Aidan Fritz
    April 29, 2012 at 10:47 AM

    Fairies are not ones to be crossed. Fun symmetry. He’s bringing her up right w.r.t. lies and she’s bringing him up right w.r.t fae.

  4. Ang
    May 1, 2012 at 10:29 AM

    Very sweet. I love that he is “feeding” the statue for his daughter despite how silly he feels.

    • May 1, 2012 at 10:48 AM

      Thank you.

      If he hadn’t done it, the fairies could have played tricks on him, but that wouldn’t fit with a gift from his daughter. This story just didn’t feel like it should be scary. It actually could have been though.

  5. May 5, 2012 at 6:43 PM

    What a sweet and wonderful story! Love it! 🙂

    • May 5, 2012 at 7:14 PM

      Good to hear. It was a fun story to write.

    • May 6, 2012 at 6:21 PM

      Glad you liked it. I may have to keep writing these nice little stories. People really seem to like them.

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