Flash fiction Friday: ‘Fairy trees?’


“Fairy Trees? Or, another Press53 Contest Reject”

Near Russell’s cottage, three bare trees stood on a meadow knoll. William thought they looked like ancient monoliths against the constellations. “But they aren’t fairy trees,” he said. Russell, mesmerized, disagreed: “Come, let me sneak a kiss from a fairy.” On the knoll, Russell looked into the branches, his grin kindling William’s belief.

Oh, and here’s this week’s winner.

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