“Reverse the polarity!”
Apollo 13* #quote
I played a trading card game over the Internet with a friend today
so that was fun. Also spoke with him over the phone while doing so.
Downside of the day was that I had a bunch of seizures at dinner.
They hurt, what with the gasping and muscle contraction and all(I am
aware for my seizures unlike some people who don't recall.) But I've had thousands, so parents, family and all don't worry I'll
keep working through it as I always have. Anyway onto the flash
fiction!
The Fairy And Her Flower
A fairy is quite the tiny thing. No bigger than ¼ an inch. But they
love to garden. But such a creature cannot garden an entire garden.
So each fairy tends to a single plant. Perhaps different faeries will
work together if the plants are genetic siblings. A patch of
strawberries is tended to by a family of faeries. Such a mighty hobby
for a such a small magical creature requires such numbers.
A little fairy named Carol tended to a rose. She picked such a plant
for her gardening hobby because of its many connotations with
romance, love and all that happy, fun stuff. She tended to it till
the day it bloomed, filling it with her own emotions, love and magic
till it was ready to be plucked.
With the help of a few families of fairies they plucked the flower.
See, all the things that the faeries garden in their gardens must go
somewhere. Often they take fruit and work to spread it to empty, dead
fields and fill them magic to hope that life begins anew. Or just put
them near the starving. The rose they decided should be placed in the
backyard of a nervous young man. To give him something that he could
give to a girl he loved. Soon he would have the idea to give her a
whole set of flowers for the next Valentines day, something that
would not have occurred to him otherwise.
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