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A new beginning

I don’t have much to say this week. As I mentioned in my last post, I’m going to spend the next few weeks writing things that don’t fit my normal genre and style. Meaning, that nobody is going to die a horrible death.

This week, I did this with baby steps. After you read the story, you will understand why I now say that there was no pun intended in that comment.

I have included a fantasy element, just not a scary or horrifying one. I hope that still counts. If you have an opinion on that, I would love to hear it. Feel free to leave me a comment.

L. E. White


Mark stopped walking and turned around to look behind him. “Are you coming buddy?”

A chubby cheeked duplicate of Mark stood still on the path. His googly eyed yellows shoes looked up into the sky with him, as they stared into the branches of a dwarf peach tree.

Mark walked back down the path and sat beside his son. He looked up into the foliage, searching for signs of movement. “What do you see Brad?”

Brad pointed a grape stained finger up at an empty tree limb. “Little people,” he said, his two year old slur taking a couple of syllables hostage as he spoke.

“You see little people?”

“Uh-Huh.” The boy nodded, but never took his eyes of the tree limb.

“Well, I don’t see them,” Mark said. “So if they are there, they must be hiding.”

Brad nodded, his head moving in a slow, solemn way. “Hiding.”

“Come here,” Mark said after he stood up. “I’ll give you a ride.”

The boy turned to his father and extended his arms up. Mark lifted him into the air, putting him on his shoulders as the moved towards the garden.

“You ready to help me pick tomatoes?”

“Mad-oes,” Brad said, cheering the word over and over as they walked.


“That was close.”

A man, no more than four inchs tall, popped into view. The air beside of him shimmered, and another little man, half the size of the first, appeared beside him.

“I didn’t know any of them could see us,” The smaller one said.

“Normally they can’t,” the taller one said. “But when they can, it is usually the children.”

A bird song floated through the trees and both of them turned to face the south. Their wings, dragon fly like and the color of strong white wine, flicked up, preparing to lift them into the sky.

“Will Mum be mad that I was seen,” The smaller fairy asked.

“No, it happens with children sometimes. Now, lets get home for supper.”

Brad turned to look back at the tree and saw two glowing motes of light dart through the leaves. He laughed and clapped before turning around and hugging his father, choking him in the process.

“Easy. We will get you a tomato in a moment.”

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