She said there were fairies in the garden. Meanwhile her mother and her father kept shouting. They tell me what to do, she said, picking up the knife. Her father lifted his hand to hit her. The fairies love me, she said, but her mother screamed too loud to hear.
(Image was taken at the Newseum in Washington.
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3 comments:
Thats just lovely. Somehow very moving.
Kate xx
Thanks Kate. And what a blog you have. I'm looking forward to reading more!!
On this strange planet, the fossil fuels had all burned out. From the distance of their telescope, scientists could observe little people fluttering around, their wings fully adapted to hovvering and vertical lifts. It seemed that talking was all that they could do. Eventually, they would all die of exhaustion.
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