Driving to my parents’ house the other day – another mundane trip to pick mom up and schlep her to the doctor’s office. Nothing out of the ordinary.
Until pixie dust began to drift from the sky, soft and white in the grey light of winter. It danced along with a pixie’s whims as it came down in flecks and chips and driblets of magic which struck my car and melted, invisible on the windshield and the hood’s black paint. Without thought, my mouth formed the old chant, “I do believe in fairies.” I do. I released the wheel for a second to softly clap my hands. Then, as I hit the gas, I could feel the car rise up from the pavement, accelerating skywards. My steering wheel was set for the second star to the right, winking at me through the morning light and the falling pixie dust.
I blinked, plunged earthward, snapped back from fantasy to reality. I signaled, turned left, stopped on red. Another mundane trip, nothing out of the ordinary.
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very nice... my friend in high school was fascinated with fairies. i remember her having this book about fairies and how they were smashed inside the pages of the book that told the story of how the author caught them.
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