Moving Day – Fiction

Time for another installment of   Friday Fictioneers  hosted by Rochelle.  100 words or so based on the image below. Click on the froggy link (after this piece) and come join us!

This story marks a year I’ve been pestering people with Friday Fictioneers. I really never dreamed that I could write a story almost as short as my poetry, so I’m grateful for the encouragement I’ve received here. For me, Friday Fictioneers has become as addictive as Crème Brûlée.

My offering, this week, is a 100 word piece about Chloe – a fairy character I’ve written about before in my infrequent series “Once Upon A Bed Again”

ff_santoshwriter-1Moving Day

When Miss Randolph died she left behind a garden – famous for miles around,  and me.

My name is Chloe.  I’m a fairy and I live in a dewdrop, on a bougainvillea leaf, deep in Miss Randolph’s garden.  I’m moving today.  It won’t be the same here without her.  You see, we’ve known each other since she was a young child.  When I first moved here,  I was her bedroom fairy.  Then I was her garden fairy.  At the end, I was once again her bedroom fairy.

I don’t want to move too far away.  Miss Randolph promised she’d visit me often.

Ellespeth

photo prompt – © Santoshwriter

Fairy Talk/Thoughts About Once Upon A Bed Again

“…Fairies have to be one thing or the other, because being so small they unfortunately have room for one feeling only at a time. They are, however, allowed to change, only it must be a complete change…”         J.M. Barrie, Peter Pan

Well…I guess the creator of Tinkerbell certainly knows what he’s talking about.   But… that is his fairy and not my Chloe.   (If you’re interested, you can read my Chloe stories here )  Maybe Tinkerbell and Chloe are distant cousins.  We can’t know for certain.

Chloe has evolved.  She’s not good at multi-tasking,  but she can certainly have mixed feelings!  And Chloe doesn’t have to completely change.  She can change in degrees according to her feelings at a given moment.

I know I haven’t been blogging much lately…I’ve been researching fairies and dancing around our living room 🙂

Ellespeth     ♥

Chloe Swallows Her Pride – Fairy Prose

I’m going to continue, here, the sort of fairytale book I’m writing.  If you’re interested, you can somewhat catch up  – maybe not totally, sigh – here    – but it stands alone nicely, too, I think:

…Not only are fairies difficult, but they are also very sensitive creatures. Although my own Bedroom Fairy, Brightly, was the most perfect fairy, there is Chloe to consider. She is not above or below perfection. Chloe is simply difficult and sensitive…(from the first story)

Chloe Swallows Her Pride

Please do excuse me for my abrupt exit during our last visit. Most of our family’s energies, since my daughter Irene lost her tooth and Chloe and her sister Ivy pretended to be tooth fairies, have been spent trying to smooth Chloe’s sensitive and ruffled wings.

Chloe stayed gone for a very long time. At least it seemed that way to us.   Instinctively we knew that Chloe was embarrassed because she thought she’d failed in some way. However, not being fairies, we were unable to let Chloe know how little such things mattered.

Slowly she began to make her way back – deeper into our garden and nearer my studio window.

One afternoon, I was working on my latest canvas. “Chloe? What do you think? Shall I add a tad more blue to this sky?”

“I think more light.”

“Ah! Thank you, Chloe!” And I added some golden to the canvas.

Ellespeth

Chloe Goes Broke – Once Upon A Bed Again Runs Up Against Terrible Financial News

Hoping to get back blogging this week-end.  I  miss everyone and hope all is well…In the meantime, Chloe (the tooth fairy in my fairy tale) is having fits over a news article she read today.  This is not a joke.  I have put the link…we are headed for a tooth fairy bubble worse than the housing bubble.  This is dreadful news!  Did I read that correctly?  2% of parents leave $50 per tooth?  What ever happened to a dime?  Fairies don’t carry paper bills – they carry coins!  I  liked that last line about the price of door knobs and string.  LOL!

Ellespeth

http://theweek.com/article/index/249016/is-there-a-tooth-fairy-bubble

Once Upon A Bed Again IV (Fairy Prose)

(This is a continuing something or other.  I hope it will be a fairytale one day.  Previous to this can be found here: https://balconyviewz.wordpress.com/2013/07/10/once-upon-a-bed-again-iii-fairy-prose/…and from there are links to two other installments.  I hope – over the weekend-  to have them in a page on my top  menu.  Thank you for following my tale.  If you have comments or suggestions, please feel free to leave them.  I think I am developing a plot.  I just don’t see it yet :P)

Dressing for Breakfast

My goodness!  I certainly hope your day has gone better than mine. It’s unfortunate that I must waste our storytime but, obviously, I have some explaining to do about exactly why this story is in an envelope filled with loose pages and all of the pictures are in the front and the story, itself, in the back. Well… not only do I believe in fairies but, as anyone with even the least amount of sense knows.  it isn’t any fun to get everything all at one time – especially fairy magic. Now, you could probably read this story in any order and still make sense of it. However, I have asked your parents, and babysitters, and older brothers and sisters, to make an honest attempt to read the story in order – one part an evening. At least the first time. They have also been instructed that young children are to be given all of the pictures at the start of each reading. I happen to know, for a fact, that children prefer the pictures anyway. If you are not given the pictures, you are to let me know right away.

Let me begin, where we left off last evening:

Not only are fairies difficult, but they are also very sensitive creatures. Although my own Bedroom Fairy, Brightly, was the most perfect fairy, there is Chloe to consider. She is not above or below perfection. Chloe is simply difficult and sensitive. For instance, she expects her magical maneuvers to be observed and acknowledged.

“You do not even notice where I am,” she said. I had come to get my daughter, Irene,  up for breakfast and ready for school. Admittedly, fairies were the last thing on my mind first thing in the morning, and I had failed to take proper notice of the fact that Chloe had so perfectly guided her dewdrop onto the night stand next to Irene’s bed.

Irene did notice. “Oh! Good morning, Chloe!” There were smiles and greetings into which I was not invited. Nor was I acknowledged. “Did you sleep well your first night guarding my bedroom?”

“Quite well, thank you.” Chloe stepped out of her private dewdrop and into her daily attire. It was Tuesday. Fairies wear certain clothing on certain days of the week. On Tuesdays, fairies wear pink.

“What color are you wearing today?” Chloe called out from the bottom drawer of the night stand into which she had neatly unpacked her clothes.

“I haven’t decided.” Irene was standing in front of her closet. She was almost 5-years-old and insisted on dressing herself and choosing what she would wear. Her mother and I had long ago given up on trying to explain, to Irene, that certain colors went together and certain colors…well… did not. We had given up so long ago that we actually liked color combinations such as yellow and purple, and we were beginning to believe that polka dots and stripes matched.

There were a few minutes of searching and finding and deciding against certain items. Eventually, Irene stood in front of Chloe. She was wearing a beautiful frilly green dress that had a lovely full bow in the back. Underneath that, she wore a pair of blue jeans. Her tennis shoes were barely tied and her socks were topped with lace.

Chloe was wearing the most lovely pink fairy gown. It hung just to her ankles and, when she moved, its skirt swirled all about her. She put on a pair of ballet slippers and sprinkled a rainbow of glitter in her hair.

They observed each other for a moment. Then, Chloe – who was tiny enough, after all, to sleep in a dewdrop – sat upon Irene’s shoulder. And that is how they arrived for breakfast.

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/  )