Bonjour, Arcians. Salut, achoo and gesundheit. Pencils at the ready, erasers cleaned and brightly pink? Well what are we waiting for then? We have a trip to Fairy Land today.
You’re at a park, one that borders your own property. Your ancestors made it open to the public long ago, back when the family estate was just that–an estate and not a crumbling collection of buildings filled with must and the odd antique portrait scaring you at night when you use the hallway bathroom.
A set of legal documents reached your desk that morning, delivered by the butler with a grimace. He gave an all too quick bow to escape the room; you saw him shuffle quickly past your window, screaming to the gardener “We’re done for!”, moments later. You heaved a great sigh and went to the park to clear your head, leaving the letter unopened and buried under a paperweight and a box of stale cookies.
You sit down at a bench besides the pond, watching the stray visitors come and go, admiring the gardens lovingly. You spot a swan nearing the shore about 30 feet from your bench where you sit tucked under a weeping willow. You start to doze off with the smells of flowers and the rhythm of the pond’s waves lapping.
The pond. You open your eyes, not daring to move. There’s a baby swan nestled inside the wings of a mother swan and it’s walking carefully onto shore. Both birds look stealthily around when, suddenly, the cygnet is no more. It has transformed into a very small human. Or human like, for it has pointy ears, transparent, flitting wings much like a dragonfly’s and a small gold colored crown with rubies. Could it be…?
The Fairy Prince (as you realize now he must be) bows to the swan and turns away to search for something. You catch his eye without meaning to and you both freeze. You stare at each other for a long time before one of you decides to act.
Take it from here. The rules are below. Fly, Arcians.
- Keep it PG. Pretend your great Aunt Gertrude would read it and disinherit you if she smelled even the faintest whiff of impropriety.
- No word limit. Just please don’t try to out write the greats.
- You can do descriptives, a story, whatever your imagination comes up with.
- Repost on your blog to increase the fun (optional). I do like to be pinged back so I can read and comment on your works.
- What clothing is the fairy prince wearing?
You have until Friday, June 21st, 11:59 p.m., EST to make your post. Author reserves the right to approve and disapprove comments at her own discretion.
Have fun writing and exploring your imagination. Pass the cookies, wouldn’t you?🦉