There were little people living in the bottom of my garden. And, when I say little, I don’t mean a wee bit smaller than you or me, but microscopic.
It was quite by chance that I spotted them playing football against some rather outclassed ants. I hid behind my garden shed, held my breath, and observed. At first, I thought there just a few: I couldn’t have been more wrong. One by one the little people slid down the bank of the stream that backed into my garden, and onwards into my prizewinning flowerbeds. Some danced, some sung in high pitched voices, others just laid back and took in the sun.
I stayed there all day until it started to rain and the little folk all hurried away.
That night I was so happy. I didn’t have many real friends and felt sure that if the rain ever stopped, I could return to them and introduce myself. It would all be such fun, such wonderful fun. But it didn’t stop raining for three days.
When, at last, I trudged down the garden in my Wellington boots, I saw a world in tatters. The little folk lay all over the place. Some were drowned in tiny puddles that to them were like oceans, others hung from grasses and reads tangled and dead. I hadn’t even gotten to say goodbye.
When I’d gathered as many as I could and buried them under an upturned flowerpot, I made my despondent way back to the house. And there, written in the tiniest lettering in the back door’s condensation were the words ‘Thank you.’ That too soon dripped away, but I hoped it was from my friends who never were. How I hoped.
So haunting, lovely little story.
Thank you 🙂
Very beautiful, Richard. Sometimes someone can see what others can’t.
Very true, Rafael 🙂
Have a wonderful day! 🙂
You too 🙂
I really enjoyed reading this. A lovely, sweet, sad story. 🙂
Thanks 🙂
I loved this Richard! It was an enjoyable read. Thank you, from a person not so tall. 🙂
I’m not so tall either. Best us little folk stick together.
LOL! That’s right we do. I dislike being in crowds..I get lost and can’t see!😁
I thought that’s why women had ladders in their tights.
LOL! Where can I buy these? I need to invest in them!
I’m a man, I don’t know anything about women’s garments!!! 😳😁
Or do I? LOL
Men…I’ll check EBay. They have everything! 😁
Good thinking 😄
If I find them, I’ll send you a picture! LOL
“Friends who never were”–heart-grabbing.
Thank you
Welcome.
This is heartbreaking, Richard– to think of a 3-day rain being a sort of tsunami for fairies. Beautifully written – but so sad!!!
Thanks. I don’t really know what brought it on LOL
Hey, wherever it came from, it was good 🙂
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Awww, R such a sad little story. 😥
I’m a sad guy
PFFT 😛
lovely and melancholic…
Thank you 🙂
That was touching. I’m sure it was their thank you on the back door 🙂 You are quite a versatile and convincing writer. You made me feel for your friends who never were.
It’s a true story. And shouldn’t you be asleep? 😳
I think one of your fairie friends woke me. It’s usually this time they do.
Well, it’s a perfect day here. I hope it follows to you.
Thank you, kindly. It will be a busy day for me today. I appreciated your thoughtfulness 🙂
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This is great read, Richard.
A fairytale in the making I think.
Thanks, Hugh. Much appreciated 🙂