Fairy Leaf (198 Words)
“A teacup?” Edwina was surprised.
The fairy man watched her, shifting from first one foot to the other.
“It’s a very nice teacup,” said Edwina, trying to reassure him.
His iridescent wings quivered. “You like it?”
“Yes,” said Edwina. “I feel like Belle in ‘Beauty and the Beast.”
The fairy man snorted.
Edwina was about to put the cup down when a loud whistle made her sit up. The fairy man snatched the cup. She watched him hurry into her kitchen. When he came back, his smile was wide and his eyes glowed.
“Happy Birthday, Edwina,” he said, bending carefully on his knee.
Edwina tried a small sip from the steaming cup. Her eyes widened in surprise and she jumped up, dropping the cup. She was suddenly aware of all the faces around her, the fairies leaning over her armchair and the dragon curled like a cat by her fire.
For the first time she saw the fairy in his own world.
“Don’t be afraid,” said the fairy. “It wasn’t the teacup but the tea itself I wanted to give you.”
Edwina took a deep breath. She looked the dragon in the eye.
“I’m not afraid,” she said.
This flash fic was written in response to the Daily Post’s Daily Prompt and Flash Fiction for the Purposeful Practitioner’s photo prompt. The photo itself is by Morguefile.