Lost Fairy


The fairy looked around, she just couldn’t understandย how she’d 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 homeland which she was starting to miss very badly.

She saw a child approach and her hope rose – she knew children had the purest souls, 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.

*Repost: First written and published April 26th 2015

Image credit: pygar.deviantart.com

77 thoughts on “Lost Fairy

      1. Ha, je voulais faire une visite bientรดt! Je suis jalouse…quoi que…pourquoi les gens sont ils tristes?!
        Oui รงa va, merci ๐Ÿ™‚ Et toi? ร€ part la tristesse parisienne?

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      2. Pourquoi? Je ne sais pas. Les francais ont des plus beaux pays au monde et iรฑs ne le savent pas. Toujours le sourcil fronce. Dommage. Pour ma part je me ballade dana Paris le nez en l’air et je rspire la beaute de cette ville. ๐Ÿ˜Ž fais une visite bientot. Les parisiens sont tous partis. Paa de touristes. La ville est desrte et iรฑ fait beau. Bz

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      3. Ahhh, Paris desert, c’est allรฉchant. ร‡a me tente รฉnormรฉment mais pas le temps en ce moment. Profite bien pour moi, et si tu peux, va boire un cafรฉ au deux magots ๐Ÿ˜‰ biz

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      4. Ravi. Glad to oblige. C vrai qu’on tous des images comme ca dans la tete. Et le Luxembourg fait partie des images de choix. Mais “toutes les fetes ont une fin” (Frederic Mey) je repars Dimanche. ๐Ÿ˜ข

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      5. C’est un petit privilรจge de l’รขge. ๐Ÿ™‚ J’en profite. C’est aussi un choix. Les billets coรปtent de plus en plus cher, donc je reste plus longtemps. Mais de ton cรดtรฉ, tu es tout prรจs, tu peux faire un saut pour le week-end. Chiche!


    1. Thank you, Meg! Yes, it’s a funny world we live in, everyone running all the time, not taking the time to appreciate life, chasing money and status…ugh! Not everyone is like that though, thank heavens ๐Ÿ™‚

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  1. I came here enticed by what Eric wrote and am glad I did. What a beautiful though sorrowful tale. It reminds me of “Comme un arbre dans la ville”. I shall follow you to get directly your posts going forward. So true about the “tristesse parisienne”. Personnellement j’aime Paris sans la plupart des parisiens ๐Ÿ™‚

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  2. Wow, I love this! Such a heart-breaking thought that the freely-given gift of imagination is being stifled by modernity…
    This is a fantastic little story and I would happily read more! It could go off in many directions, and judging by your responses I’m not the only one who thinks so! Bravo! ๐Ÿ™‚

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    1. Thanks Adam, I don’t often do stories as you know, so I’m “chuffed” you liked this ๐Ÿ˜Š
      Maybe you could take this up from the end when she’s waiting on the wall and…come up with an ending? #JustaThought ๐Ÿ˜


  3. Oh what an excellently written story and I love the message behind it by the way.
    I have to write a Halloween piece about goblins, fairies and other magical Halloween beings.. This is a task quite unfamiliar to me, however your poor Lost Fairy friend here has placed some amazing imagery in my head and left me with feelings of inspiration.

    As always: Fantastic. ๐Ÿ™‚

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    1. Thank you so much! I don’t write many stories so I’m really pleased you liked this one. Good luck with your Halloween story, I’m sure it will be brilliant, and I’m honoured if my humble tale has inspired you a little bit ๐Ÿ˜€
      I hope I get to read that story of yours! ๐Ÿ™‚

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