The fairy looked around, she just couldn’t understand how she had ended up in this strange land. She had to admit it was not an attractive place: where were the gnarled trees and sweet blades of grass? Everywhere was cold cement. The air was thick and heavy – her diaphanous wings felt grimy. Not a single flower to be seen, and people…..people looked strange and rushed past as if they couldn’t actually see her. They looked determined, as if they were on a journey – but not one that lead to adventure.
Nobody looked happy, no face betrayed any emotion apart from weariness.
The fairy suddenly understood that the key to getting back to her own world was imagination. She needed only a single one of those weird creatures to see her – this would denote an untarnished spirit and an un-jaded soul. Through such a person’s imagination she would be able to return to her land which she was starting to miss very badly.
The fairy saw a child approach and her hope rose – children had the purest souls she knew, and untainted imaginations.
Yet this child looked straight through her as if she didn’t exist; it was a young boy – he was gripping a square device and all his attention seemed to be focused on it.
The fairy felt a stab of despair but she quickly admonished herself. She simply refused to believe that imagination didn’t exist in this world – she only needed to be patient.
She settled herself on the ugly brick wall by the side of the pavement and started her long wait for the one unadulterated soul who would send her back to her fairy-tale, where she belonged.
She is still waiting.
Image credit: pygar.deviantart.com
Sad, true, and beautiful at the same time.
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Thank you 🙂
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A sad truth about our world, beautifully told 🙂
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Thank you very much 🙂
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Astonishing writing! 🙂
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Thank you. So, so much 🙂
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Anytime 🙂
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Very, very true.
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Reblogged this on tcurson1's Blog.
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Wow………….hmmm
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Sad but so true 🙂
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Beautiful! 😊
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I found your blog through Ritu’s post today. I enjoyed reading your story. Sad, but lovely.
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Thank you for taking the time to read it, and commenting too 🙂
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You’re welcome! I’m digging through some of your older posts, too!
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Oh dear! There might be things there that would be better left forgotten 🙂
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Lol! No worries! I’ll try not to comment on the older posts. 🙂
Rob
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I came to visit love your story,imagination is the key,great use of imagery
As always Sheldon
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Thank you for stopping by and for your kind words too 🙂
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This story is amazing and spoke volumes in a few paragraphs. Sometimes we are so caught up in our own things, we can miss the magic around us.
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Thank you for reading and for your kind words as well 🙂
It’s all about magic, isn’t it? Where would we be without it……
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Sad and striking!!
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