The sparkling dust tickled her nose and she
sneezed, tumbling across the dresser like a cotton ball caught in the wind. Down, down, down she fell, deep into the wicker
basket, landing softly on a bed of pink-lipped tissues, which she now
recognized as her own.
Their laughter brought her gaze upward where they circled, translucent wings effortlessly keeping them aloft, and
beckoned her to join them. A bare
whisper of thought sent her rocketing to the ceiling, bumping her head against the hard wooden beam.
The tiny, light-filled creatures somersaulted
around the room in a fit of giggles and then, gently taking hold of her hands, they
guided her out the window and into the night.
From the
prompt “Faeries” at Five Sentence Fiction.
