At The Grotto – Fiction

 Another installment of   Friday Fictioneers  hosted by Rochelle.  100 words or so based on the image below.  Click on the link (after this piece) and come join us!      …….. Happy Holidays!bjc3b6rn-17 At The Grotto

Falling trees can still grow sideways for a while.  But,  as we all know,  fairies don’t worry about such things.  They don’t worry about overgrown stairways or crumbling stone walls either.

“Let’s go on now, Emily,”  Sara said.  She floated,  like a brilliant fog,  atop the grotto steps.

“What if she isn’t there?”  Emily flitted downward behind Sara.

When they reached the walkway,  rounding a clover field,  a little girl ran up to them.   She smiled and twirled.   “Shall we dance here tonight?” she asked.

“We can’t keep visiting her dreams like this,”   Emily whispered.


PHOTO PROMPT – Copyright -Björn Rudberg

25 thoughts on “At The Grotto – Fiction

  1. Dear Ellespeth,

    And why not? The little girls seems to know where to find them and so do you. i think this story captures, as much as it is possible, the spirit of faeries, little girls..and you. Well done.




  2. I love how you’ve woven the natural features in with the magic. Lovely imagery, and a nicely structured piece. A perfect fit for the hundred words – which is not so easy to achieve.


  3. Dear Ellespeth,

    I’ve always loved fairies. I don’t see why they can’t keep visiting her dreams. I’m with Sandra, I hope they do for many years to come, even when she’s a grown woman. 😉

    BTW overgrown is one word. Saves you one.

    Sweet story.




    • Hi Rochelle ~
      I hope they keep visiting, too. I love fairies and all things sparkly 🙂
      I’m so glad I found this site – always a challenge. See you next year!
      Aha! Thanks for pointing out overgrown. I’ve fixed it.


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