Our feet are bare but the mossy ground is as soft as lambswool. The mist looks ghostlike, doesn’t it? It’s floating, drifting, tickling the treetops.
Look, a busy bubbly stream. Watch it go! Let’s touch it, let the ripples kiss our fingers. That’s nice. There’s some wiggly fish, do you see? Over there. No, there. They’re silver. See them? Let’s jump to the other side. Shall we? Ready steady….go. I feel like I’m flying. What fun, If only all dreams were like this!
What are you looking at? No, I don’t mean you, silly! Her. Over there. That girl with golden curls in a gossamer gown. She is staring at us. She looks cross. I wonder why? Hello girl. Hello. Why doesn’t she speak? She’s got a little bell. Do you see it? She’s ringing it. Do you hear it? Ting-a-ling-a-ling ting-a-ling-a-ling. I think we should leave, don’t you? It’ll soon be time to wake up. I’ll race you. Come on, run, run…run!
Word count 168
Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers is hosted by Priceless Joy. This week’s photo prompt is provided by Jodi McKinney.