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Fairies

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Literary Fiction  |  House: The Imaginarium


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Submitted: August 18, 2018

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Fairies.

Chloe used to hate it when I dropped her off with my Mom. She wanted to stay in her house, with her toys. Gran was no fun, she said, and would put up a fight, throw a tantrum until she got there. Then she would sit, quiet, sullen and obedient until I arrived to pick her up.

My Mom was very patient with her, tried to find her interesting things to do, but Chloe could be incredibly stubborn once she had made up her mind to be so. I don’t know what I expected from a three year old, but I definitely was not anticipating such resilience of temper.

Now she is four, and Chloe will be starting school after the summer. She’s growing up, I guess, getting independent. She has surprised me again, for suddenly she wants to be at Gran’s house all the time. Not that I’m complaining as it is making things far easier for me, but still I’d like to know what caused the sudden change of heart.

It’s very strange,” my Mom said, when I dropped off the only too eager Chloe. “She goes off and sits down the bottom of the garden for hours, chattering away. Just like you used to. It must be the fairies.”

At least she's making the most of the fine weather," I said, smiling. “Better than spending all her time indoors at home.”

It was still a mystery, although now my Mom had mentioned it, I seemed to have some vague recollections of doing the same when I was young. There had always been something magical about that particular spot. But fairies? to get those memories to become clearer, they just seemed to drift away.

I finished work early for once and when I arrived at my childhood home, Mom had not got Chloe ready for me to pick up.

Are you in a rush?” Mom was just about to put the kettle on.

No, I’d be glad to stay for a cup of tea. Where is she? Outside still?”

Mom nodded. “Chloe is still sitting in that same patch. It’s no problem as I can keep an eye on her from in here. Look.”

Mom was right. I could see my daughter quite clearly. She was sitting on the grass, surrounded by flowers. She was laughing away at.....something. And then something moved, caught my eye. Was it a butterfly? Yes, that’s what it must have been.

"Mom," I said, jokingly, “did you know that there are fairies living at the bottom of your garden?”

Of course, dear. You used to play with them all the time.”

And then it all came flooding back to me. The hours I had spent with my special secret friends; how they had told me stories, performed tricks; how they used to hide for me to find them. And laughter, so much laughter.

By the time I’d wandered my way down the garden path, the flittering and fluttering was being made by butterflies, but deep within the flowers I could just make out a tiny fairy face.

 

 


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