Ragtag Daily Prompts: Humble

Faerie's eye viewPenelope peeked through the vines into the edge of the parking lot. She’s taken cover under a leaf when she first heard the children. Now she could see that the children were all boys. Not only that, but they were on bicycles! To the little faerie, both were horrors. Boys! Bicycles! Run! 

These were her thoughts as she tugged at the hem of her humble gossamer skirt. It was a nervous habit. Her skirt and sweater set were the perfect shade of pale green to show off her buttery colored hair. When the faeries gathered under a full moon to dance, Penelope never lacked for a dance partner. When the faeries dance, they create a breeze that smells of honeysuckle, and sometimes lavender.

Children and faeries don’t mix well. Children seem to be impervious to their spells. Their innate innocence seems to grant some sort of immunity to them. Children were cruel. There was no doubt about that. She’d seen what children, boys especially, did to the poor insects and other small animals that fell into their clutches. Her stomach flip-flopped.

Get out of here!

#Ragtag Daily Prompt #RDP #Humble

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Russell Smith

I was born at the American Hospital in Neuilly-sur-Seine, France. I find inspiration in the lives of so many people from Joan of Arc to Oscar Wilde. While my primary avocation is photography, I also enjoy philosophy, theology and most of all, history. My beloved wife, Robin Anne Smith, who passed away in 2013 is also an inspiration to me. My beloved partner, Dana is also a great support and inspiration to me. I'd be remiss if I did not mention my cats: Maxwell, and Nigel.

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