WWMDIMWR PenPal

[deza]

While I was getting ready for work this morning, there was a knock at my back door. Now, this is odd, as everyone comes to my front door, plus the dogs hadn't let me know that anyone was in the yard. I looked out the window and didn't see anyone. I opened the door, and standing on the stoop was a fairy. A sprite, I believe, dressed in a small brown tunic. She had dark brown hair haging down her back, and damselfly wings.

"Is Rowan in?" she asked me. It was hard to hear her, like her voice was somewhere between a child's and a bird's.

"Um, no, she's at her grandparents' house for the summer."

The little shoulders slumped, and she held out several scraps of paper. "Rowan is my penpal," she said. "I was hoping to meet her."

That made sense. Rowan has been leaving "letters for the fairies" for years. Sometimes they write back. I'd thought they were writing back with my help, but apparently not.

"She'll be back before school starts, if you'd like to hang around until then."

She smiled, did a little twirl, and was gone in a flash of golden sparkles.

I left milk out for her before I left. I'll buy some cream on my way home. Never hurts to be in a fairy's good graces, after all.

Comments

[majilique.livejournal.com]

Must always be in the good graces of the fey folks. I have a set of twin gremlins (no, not the movie versions) that were "gifted" to me on my wedding day. They have made life hell for everyone in this house, but me. :)


Really cute piece. I hope Rowan continues to write to the fairy.

[shadrone.livejournal.com]

Oh hell, you have faires? Well, I guess you can get some glue traps at the store or something.

Oh for the love of.. DON'T FEED IT! It will come back if you start that.

[deza.livejournal.com]

I'm just hoping they'll get rid of the mutant roaches for me. The little bastards laughed at the last bug bombs.