Breathing hard, I stopped beside the stream with its lovely flowers and mystical aura. What I would give to be invisible; then, I would stay in this magical place forever and be happy. For a moment, this was perfection.
I knelt at the edge and peered at my reflection. My long blonde hair hung with the ends teasing the water surface. Imaginary fairies jumped from one rock to another, and I sighed at the tranquility of it as my heart rate slowed to a regular beat.
How I wished I lived in such a fairy tale. A breeze brought me back to the present, and I drew back, suddenly afraid.
He wasn’t far behind me, and the brief respite was now over. The reality of life ruined the perfect moment.
Leaving the fairies to appear in another’s imagination, I stood and began running towards, what I hoped was, freedom.
Love this – would love to walk in that forest.
A relaxing picture imagined, perhaps we could meet at the waterfall? n x
would love to Ngaire – I'll bring cheese and wine 🙂
A great flash fiction story. So much in it: the idyl of the setting, the fanciful fairy flight of fancy, and the hint of imminent danger. A beginning, a middle and an end. Flash fiction at its best.
Thank you Christine for stopping by. This was a fun picture to create havoic to! I haven't done this a whole lot but I am having fun with it now 🙂
It always sucks when reality breaks your fantasy…well done aunt KT
True, indeed Candace. Thanks for stopping by 🙂