Once Upon A Bed Again – When Chloe Glowed Golden (Fiction)

Time again for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers.  So grateful to PJ for hosting this weekly challengeThis week’s photo prompt is provided by Goroyboy. Thank you Goroyboy!

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This is a story featuring my children’s book thingy maybe and its main character, Chloe.  Tentatively titled Once Upon A Bed Again.  I’ve posted most of the stories on this blog.  Here’s a new one:

When Chloe Glowed Golden

One evening, when I was babysitting my two grandchildren and one of them had lost a tooth that very day,  the bedtime conversation was about tooth fairies.  Fairies in general,  really,  and the importance of believing in them.

I thought this a good time to bring up my own experience with fairies.  Well.  One fairy in particular.  My childhood bedroom fairy,  Chloe.  She slept in a dew drop near my window sill.

“Sometimes she’d sit on my thumb,”  I said.  “She was no bigger than a tiny blinky Christmas light.  At these times,  all around us glowed golden.  Chloe – that was her name – would flit here and there sprinkling tiny glittery stars and hearts all about.”

“Those moments were magical.”  I was tucking blankets and sheets all round my precious grand-kids.  “Nothing can really describe them.”  And they nodded knowingly.

Ellespeth

Once Upon A Bed Again V (Fairy Prose)

(This is a continuing something or other.  I hope it will be a fairytale one day.  Previous to this can be found  https://balconyviewz.wordpress.com/2013/07/13/once-upon-a-bed-again-iv-fairy-prose/ and from there you can link to the others.  I hope to have this in  my top  menu in time.  Thank you for following this tale.  Any comments or suggetions are appreciated)

The Barely Loose Tooth

Before we begin our story this evening, I wanted to be certain to tell you that Bedroom Fairies and Tooth Fairies are not the same kind of fairy. For instance, Bedroom Fairies usually live most of their lives in beautiful fairy tree castles deep in the woods. This is a well-known fact. No one knows, or at least not many people know, where Tooth Fairies live, but most people know that Tooth Fairies are much tinier than Bedroom Fairies. Tooth Fairies must be tiny in order to reach under pillows to take a tooth and then reach back under the pillow to leave a present…all without waking up a sleeping child.

Now…I must bring you up to date about my daughter, Irene’s, most recent owie.  Perhaps you’d call it a boo boo.

Irene and Chloe were outside playing ‘chase the butterfly’. Irene had made Chloe a beautiful miniature butterfly net from a piece of an old nylon stocking glued to a bobby pin.

Suddenly, I heard quite a bit of commotion just outside my library window. The window was open and, just as I stood from my chair, Chloe came flying in. She dropped her butterfly net and hurried towards me. “Irene has fallen! She hit her mouth and her tooth is loose!” She flew beside me as I rushed outside.

“My tooth is loose!” Irene smiled. She was sitting under an old oak tree and I sat down beside her.

Chloe hovered about somewhat flustered and finally whispered in my ear, “She isn’t 5 yet so I haven’t had a chance to find a tooth fairy! This will never do!”

“Let’s see just how loose that tooth is,” I said. “Open wide and show me which tooth.” Irene very proudly opened her mouth and pointed to an upper front tooth. It was obvious she had been wiggling it because there were specks of dirt on the tooth. She tried to wiggle it again. “Let’s go inside so you can wash your hands,” I suggested.

Irene reached up for my hand and stood up. “Will the tooth fairy come tonight?” she asked. She skipped ahead of me and up the porch steps and into the hallway bathroom. Chloe looked back at me, flustered, and flew behind Irene into the house.

By the time Irene’s mother came home from work, it had been decided that Irene’s tooth was barely loose at all. Even so, my wife knelt in front of Irene to check for herself. “No pain?” she asked as she touched the tooth.

“Only a little,” Irene said. “Will the Tooth Fairy come tonight?”

“Not until your tooth falls out.” She kissed Irene’s cheek. “And it won’t fall out today.”

“Will it fall out by my birthday party?” In two days, on Saturday, Irene would be 5-years-old. “I hope it falls out by then so I can show Anne.” Anne was Irene’s best friend. She was almost 6 and had already lost two baby teeth.

After supper, while my wife was helping Irene with her bath, I tried to calm Chloe. “There’s plenty of time to find a Tooth Fairy,” I assured her. Not only are fairies difficult and sensitive, but they also require quite a bit of comforting.

“I’m not sure,” Chloe said. She had already stepped into her dewdrop and put on her soft pink nightgown that had sparkly parts on the bottom.

“Not sure?” I asked.

Chloe pouted. “Yes. I’m not sure where I will ever find the Tooth Fairy, for Irene, so quickly! I will be quite busy tomorrow.” Then she laid down, on a small leaf inside her dewdrop, and slept fitfully.

Ellespeth

Once Upon a Bed Again, II (Fairy Prose)

(Being part fairy, this is difficult. If I can devise a plot, I  may continue adding to this.  Hahaha! Part I can be found here: https://balconyviewz.wordpress.com/2013/07/09/once-upon-a-bed-again-series-fairy-prose/  )

In A Circle Speaking

If I do, I don’t mean to keep repeating myself. Fairies – well – to put it differently…fairies have very high expectations of us mortals. If you don’t know what it means, someone else will have to explain to you what the word expectation means. One can never be sure exactly what a word might mean to absolutely everyone. I would have expected the fairy to know this all at once but:

Once upon a bed, besides the magical pillow and its case, there lived a white kitten with pink paws and several demons of the day. All were often visited by fairies and spirits of the night. The white kitten was especially fond of the daily demon known as expectation. You see…

And this was the first time the fairy actually spoke to me:

“You see, don’t you?” the fairy moved her hands all around in front of her until both of her palms faced up to me questioning.  “It’s this way…”

Once upon a bed, besides the magical pillow and its case, there lived a white kitten with pink paws and a stuffed bear named Expectation who was but one of many demons of the day – often carried into the night. Unless one is dreaming, one is never totally free of expected ways of being. The nightly production of getting ready for bed is one. When one gets ready for bed, one must:
take a bath
brush teeth
thank the day
listen to a story
make wishes (what would your wish be?)

And this was the second time the fairy spoke to me:

“You see, those important wishes floating all over the place are quite a responsibility for me to keep track of moment to moment.”

Once upon a bed, besides the magical pillow and its case, there lived a white kitten with pink paws and a stuffed bear named Expectation and a stuffed bunny named Wishes. All were often visited by fairies and spirits of the night. Guarding and dusting the bed with shooting stars and glitter was the Bed Fairy, Chloe.

Now, Chloe wasn’t your ordinary Bed Fairy. She wasn’t extraordinary either. Her eyes were green and her skin was that perfect shade of soft sky blue and, on this particular day, her mother had let her paint her hair pink. Oh! And her wings! Yes, her wings!  Sadly, those weren’t perfect. Chloe’s wings were real but they were patched here and there with odd-shaped sequins and glitter globs.

As fairies go, Chloe was as difficult as they came and her story kept changing from one moment to the next.

“My story is not changing,” she insisted. “It is being tailored.”  She had put the stuffed animals all in a circle and was sitting in the center.  “I hope they will all fit.”

Once upon a bed, besides the magical pillow and its case, there lived a white kitten with pink paws, a stuffed bear named Expectation, a stuffed bunny named Wishes, and a stuffed platypus named Taylor the Tailor. All were often visited by spirits of the night. Guarding and dusting the bed with shooting stars and glitter was the Bed Fairy, Chloe.

Ellespeth

Chloe Introduced -Once Upon A Bed Again (Fairy Prose)

Once Upon A Bed Again  (Fairy Prose)

Fairies are very difficult creatures. They mean well and, with their wings all a flutter, they do try to make do with our world and our words and our ways. Sometimes, though, fairies actually need the help of us mere mortals. For instance, they are fairly dreadful at telling stories. Here is one example:

Once upon a bed there lived a magical pillow and its case. The other could never be certain which controlled the magic and so they lived happily lumped together often visited by fairies and other spirits of the night. Whatever it took to fight off the demons of the day.

Here is an attempt to add detail to the story:

Once upon a bed, besides a magical pillow and its case, there lived a white kitten with soft pink paws. The kitten liked to crawl under the pillow and its case then stick its head out just a bit from under and observe the production of getting ready for bed, after which all concerned would be visited by fairies and other spirits of the night. Whatever it took to fight off the demons of the day.

And a similar attempt to clear things up:

Once upon a bed, besides the magical pillow and its case, there lived a white kitten with pink paws who befriended several demons of the day. All were often visited by fairies and spirits of the night.

And that is where I come in. Or rather, that is when I was summoned.  I will try my best to be of service but…fairies, as I’ve said, are very difficult creatures.

Ellespeth

(This is a continuation of a piece I began in June.  I may add to it now and then.  If interested the first tiny piece is here: https://balconyviewz.wordpress.com/2013/06/22/those-old-pillow-fights-fairy-prose/  )