Flash Fiction: Her Fairy
"Her Fairy"
(364 words)
In a little sunny corner at the edge of the garden, where the yard blended into the woods, stood a tree, and at the base of that tree was little door, with a little window above it. She could see the tiny stone pathway leading up to the home where a light shone through the windows. She had spent her life guarding this tree, this house, although she had never seen who lived there. She had left berries on the doorstep and mini-cupcakes covered in frosting. They always disappeared and sometimes, in her own home, she would notice new flowers in the vase on her piano or a beautifully polished stone on her windowsill. She and her fairy, for she was sure it must be a fairy what else could it be, had lived in harmony since she had bought the house fifty years ago. Now it would be her granddaughter's turn.
She walked down the gentle hill in...