The Tea-Time Fairy
An Afternoon Cup of Micro-Fiction
She beckons over my dearest friends for an afternoon gathering. A fragrant affair, full of cheerful chatter and steaming cups.
She reaches out for her tiny thimble-cup. We slowly sip chamomile. Our laughter seems so ethereal - something rare and magical.
Not a care in our wildest garden-space; beautifully, naturally overgrown. Dandelions burst into brightest hues; tasty flowers head to root. Their seeds take flight, swirling with the latest gossip spoken. Gone are the words of all the world's misdeeds!
Only then does she rise - fluttering wild and free. Our fairy friend grins in approval. Just the gathering warranted.
About the Creator
Megan Baker (@thegothofsawpit)(@shadowsitheghoststrikebwr)
A spin on her last name, "Baker's Dozen" are opinion lists on various topics. She also enjoys writing about her World of Warcraft main, The Ghastly Bulk Merchant Shadowsithe Ghoststrike, and occasionally partakes in fiction challenges.
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