Saturday, December 21, 2013

'Nother Bit of Fiction

The creature lightly flapped its delicate wings and flitted around the room, gracefully settling on the end of his toes as he wiggled them under the quilt.

"Am I dreaming?" he asked, rubbing his eyes.

"You tell me," said the fairy in a crystalline voice. Her blue curls wrapped around her forehead like a scarf. Her clothing draped and fluttered about like the garb of a ballet professional. "Am I a dream?"

"If you are, you're a right good one," he chuckled, wiping his face on the back of his arm in a vain effort to banish sleepiness.


That's all. Write on! Where can you go with this story line?

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