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She must be a fairy. Flitting, hummingbird-like. Too fast to see, but I know she’s beautiful.
Glowing, mesmerizing, drawing me on.
Up the mountain path, how far I can’t tell.
It snows. Lacy flakes as big as leaves, dancing side to side, floating around me, sparkling bright in the summer sun.
A sheet of ice obscures my vision. Where is she?
Ice wall now, surrounding me. I can’t feel my feet.
Was that her? I wipe the cloudy ice. My hand sticks. Searing pain, then numbness.
I press my face against it, close as I can.
Just one more glimpse.
Word count: 100. Written for this week’s Friday Fictioneers prompt. Big thanks to our hostess, fairy blogmother Rochelle Wisoff-Fields — who is a very nice fairy, and not at all the type to lure you to your death! She also provided this week’s lovely and inspiring photo, below. Click here to see the other stories!
Photo © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields