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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Flash Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic

In a place without color something strange happened. How do I know? A little girl told me so.

I recently heard a story of a place known as "Colorless".

I am told that it was a rather strange looking place because there were black things and there were white things, but there were no things with color, at all.

I suppose that this story would not have an ending if it were not for one little girl that took a trip to visit her Grandmother. Her Grandmother lived at the edge of the Mystical, Magical, and Invisible Woods.

The Mystical, Magical, and Invisible Woods were not really invisible, but everything in that wood was white, and in the world of black and white there are no shadows and no shades of gray.

The trees were white, bushes were white, even the ponds and streams were all white. So with everything being white, no one could tell what they were looking at.

Another hazard was things on the ground. A person could easily trip on rocks, or walk right into a pond.

However, there was one exception, ground and pond-wise, and this is where the Mystical, Magical, part comes into play.

I was told that somewhere in the middle of the woods there is a Mystical, Magical, Pond, and it can easily be seen; it is like an oasis of color in that colorless place.

I was also told that the pond, and the grounds surrounding it, was a favorite place for Fairies and other magical beings to gather, but only during full-moons. However, the pond could be a very dangerous place for there are various kinds of monsters that lurk in the area.

For that reason, and the fact that it was quite easy to run into things in those woods, Grandma told each of her grandchildren not to go into the woods, ever.


Anyway, as I said before, I suppose that this story would not have an ending, or even a beginning, if it were not for that little girl that went to visit her Grandmother. 


One day after lunch, the little girl, Collette, said that she went out of the cottage to play. She started chasing black-spotted Flutter-byes and after a while she didn't realize that she had wandered into the woods. But by the time she knew what had happened, it was too late; she was lost.

Collette said that she wandered around for a while, all the time she was running into and tripping over things. Finally she found a stick to wave in front of her; that helped a lot.

That night the full moon lifted into the night sky and Collette could see things better. She could even see the Mystical, Magical, Pond and a very beautiful black Fairy who was drinking from it.


Suddenly, and without warning, a Pond Monster reached out of the water and grabbed the Fairy's arm, all the while trying to pull her in.

Of course, the Fairy bravely struggled with the monster, but Collette could tell that she was losing strength fast. In fact, it looked as if the Fairy would be the Monster's next meal!

Well Collette swung into action! (So she said.)

Being the spray and determined child that she was, she began hitting and beating the Pond Monster with the stick that she had in her hand. Collette was little, but she was fast and the stick stung the monster's skin badly.

Then Collette said, "The Monster retreated back into the pond! It was riddled with pain and embarrassed because it had been defeated by a little Girl.


Collette said that the Fairy gave her a big hug when the ordeal was over. And then the Fairy sprinkled sparkly dust all over Collette.

As the dust fell, it began forming a colorful Blanket, the likes of which Collette had never seen before.

The blanket was full of color and it was as soft and warm as could be.  

And after all that, the Fairy just flew off and disappeared into the night sky; she never said a word.

Collette thinks that the Fairy didn't know how to talk, or maybe she was just shy.

She also guessed that the blanket was the Fairy's gift to Collette for saving her from the Pond Monster.


Now, --- when anyone asks Collette where she got the blanket, she always tell them the story of the Fairy and the Pond Monster.

Collette told her Father, her Mother, and her two cousins, No-light and Al White.

She repeated the story to her Uncle Tallman because he had heard about the story and thought that Collette was just telling tales out of school. Also, Uncle Tallman thought that Grandma had woven the blanket. Well Collette set him straight about the whole thing and he believed her; she said.


Nonetheless, I am told that it was that blanket that changed everything in the world of colorless.

Collette told me that everywhere she goes with that blanket, the blanket sheds Fairy-dust. And everywhere the Fairy-dust lands, color appears and spreads.

Now the Land of Colorless is the land of Colorful. And what was black and white, well, now has shadows and many shades of gray.


D. Thurmond / JEF


Rew. 12-2019

Submitted: November 26, 2016

© Copyright 2021 D. Thurmond aka JEF. All rights reserved.

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