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I’m used to seeing birds in trees. I often see squirrels in trees. But it’s not every day you come across a girl in a flimsy blue dress sitting in a tree reading Hello Magazine.
I couldn’t help but stare up at her. Then I realised I was seeing too much and quickly looked down again. Call me old fashioned, but my immediate thought was that she should have worn jeans to preserve her modesty!
‘Hello,’ she chirped waving her Hello Magazine at me. ‘So it is’’, I said glancing up. ‘Not a publication I subscribe to myself but . . . . . .’
‘No silly!’ she interrupted. ‘I was saying hello to you; being friendly ‘.
‘Oh, of course’, I said staring down at the grass, ‘that was indeed a silly thing to say. Err… may I ask you? Why exactly are you sitting up there?’
I suddenly became aware of glittery particles raining down on me, and from the corner of my eye I saw her Hello Magazine barrelling across the field in the autumn breeze. I slowly raised my eyes until I saw the place she’d been sitting. There was no one there.
OK, I’m a bloke so I don’t believe in fairies. Even if I did I wouldn’t admit it to you. I mean, if I’d had a beer or two, I could have put it down to alcoholic sensory enhancement. But I was on the way to the pub, not on my way back. And in any case I’m pretty sure fairies don’t read Hello Magazine!
Anyway, I didn’t mention it to my mates when I arrived at the pub. I put my sparkly shoulders down to an accident I’d had at the greetings card counter in the supermarket.
‘Hello’, whispered a voice in my ear. I automatically looked up at the lamp shade expecting to find a fairy sitting there!
’Not a publication I subscribe to myself’, I muttered before I could stop myself.
My friends gave me a selection of bemused looks. Just then I felt a tap on my shoulder from a rolled magazine. I turned around and there stood the girl in the flimsy blue dress.
‘Our secret’s safe with me’, she giggled. I looked at my friends but they just carried on chatting as if there was no one else there. I glanced back over my shoulder and she’d gone.
I ordered a quadruple scotch..
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Thanks to Sadje for hosting her What Do You See? photo prompt. As you may have noticed, I swapped the guy in a tree for a girl in a tree!
I’ll have what he’s having. It sounds as if it’s going to be a long night. Wonderfully told and spoken. Loved it!
Cheers! Thanks so much, Jodi!
A very interesting take Keith. Very good imagination my friend. Thanks for joining in.
That’s so kind of you, Sadje, thank you!
You’re most welcome
This was enchanting, Keith! Do keep on being so inspired!
Thanks, Dale, I’ll try my best!
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A clever story. I used to sit in a tree and read, and occasionally on the roof of our house (bit of a tomboy). I doubt that anyone thought I was a fairy, though.
You never know – someone might have!
*Denise, I’m having trouble locating your blog, where do I find it?
enjoy!
Oh yes!
So so perfect!
Thanks so much, Misky.
You are a delightful storyteller, dear Keith!
Coming from you, that’s praise indeed, I can’t thank you enough!
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If he’s seeing things sober, he might want to rethink the drinks right now. Fun story.
Good point, Mimi!
I always love the voice you get in your stories. I feel as if I’m sitting with this fellow as he tells his tale. What a tale! I wonder if fey folk ever existed. History is full of tales about them after all. No wonder he needed a strong drink after that. Well done, Keith.
Thanks so much for your generous words, Mason. Cheers!
You’re welcome.
Keith, this piece is a delightful mix of whimsy and dry humor. I love the playful mystery woven into the everyday.
~David
I’m really pleased you enjoyed it, David, thank you so much!
More fun, but who was she, I still wonder.. 🤔
Good one, Keith.
I’m left wondering too, Chris!
That was awesome, Keith!
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You write quite interesting stories, Keith. However, I thought people hallucinate only after a few hard drinks. Enjoyed.