Pixie Dust

She checked the camera one last time. She’d missed the other ones but surely this time…

Too bad she had to work but at least she would finally get to see – and get proof, to boot! With a last hopeful look she walked out, closing the door firmly behind her.

At the witching hour, the last lily bud started to stir. Very gently the petals peeled apart. A tiny face peeked around the edge. With a hum and a tinkle, the baby fairy zoomed away, sweet laughter drifting behind.

Come morning, she screamed in frustration. She’d forgotten her neighbour’s heavy metal band practice last night. As always the entire floor had shuddered to the beat, causing the tripod with its hinky leg to fall over. All she got was an endless shot of vibrating floor, and some pixie dust.

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This is my imagining for this week’s Friday Fictioneers. The picture was made by Lora Mitchell, the challenge issued by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields (see her blog and the other Fictioneers’ stories (or parts thereof) here).

34 thoughts on “Pixie Dust”

A love to see what these photos inspire in the imaginations of others. Yours did not disappoint! Great job 🙂

Iris | 14/03/2013 at 16:10

Thanks Marisa! It is amazing what people do with the prompt, isn’t it?

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- Marisa | 14/03/2013 at 16:13
  
  It is! I love the creativity. It’s so inspiring.
  
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Lovely take, However you could get this idea is beyond me. But still great.

Iris | 14/03/2013 at 16:11

Thanks, Björn! Never wished you could see the fairies in your garden when you were young?

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- Björn Rudberg (brudberg) | 14/03/2013 at 16:12
  
  I’m a boy, never cared so much for fairies… trolls maybe,
  
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Wendy all grown up? Enchanting, with a lilt of giggle.

Thanks for your visit to Semi de ‘Lilium’.

Iris | 14/03/2013 at 16:13

I confess to seeing a pixie dust trail like Tinkerbell’s…

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- julespaige | 14/03/2013 at 16:30
  
  hmm…I, never being the best housekeeper…writing gets in the way…I’m hoping it is pixie dust I see (at my placeanyway.) 🙂
  
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  - Iris | 14/03/2013 at 16:34
    
    Hope springs eternal ;-). It’s the same here.
    
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    - julespaige | 14/03/2013 at 16:38
      
      I tried following one of those sites for house keeping that defines ‘Chaos’ as ‘Can’t have anyone over syndrome’, but I had to let it go…I like living too much.
      
      And frankly Scarlett I don’t care if I make my bed in the morning (especially before my morning ‘constitutional’) or if I wear shoes. But that’s who I am.
      
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This is beautiful, a lovely enchanting image of the fairy, and then it’s all snatched away from her at the end – and by a heavy metal band at that! Really lovely take on the image, mixing magical and modern. 🙂

Iris | 14/03/2013 at 16:14

I edited just a little, realising that perhaps the writing wasn’t as clear-cut as the pictures in my head ;-). Thanks for the lovely compliment, Trudy.

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I can just picture the lights of the buildings in the background as being pixie dust floating around…great story.

oh how lovely!! ^^ your imagination’s wonderful. damn those neighbors

Aww! That was really nice. And so convincing. Well done.

Awww! What a shame. Really cute story.

Very cute…child like fairy-tale…sweet, well written and enjoyable the whole way through.

Tom

My daughter will love this.

I like your contrast between the lightness of the fairy idea and the heavy metal band being the force that stopped it.

janet

Those little fairies and pixies are hard to catch. According to Lady Cottington, it’s fairly easy to smash them between the pages of books, though.. give it a go!