Fairy Child

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Fairy Child (558 Words)

It was just like he remembered. The carved stone, mottled-colored with moss, the shadowed garden. The area was well-tended.

“Is that a bell, Daddy?”

The man looked down at the child beside him. The little girl’s arm was wrapped through his. She had seen the small bell fitted into a small alcove on the shrine, its dull metal glow just visible.

The little girl wrinkled her nose. “Are you going to ring it?”

“Maybe. In a minute.”

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