cream for the faeries
(they always pay their debts)
The cream was for the faeries, but the cat got it first.
She found no knots in her hair next morning.
The cream was for the faeries, but a stoat got it first.
She found an old gold coin in her shoe.
The cream was for the faeries, but a fox got it first.
She found a silver flute on her doorstep.
The cream was for the faeries.
She no longer scolds the cat when its muzzle is stained white.
Thank you for reading. I wrote this flash fiction piece quite some time ago, though this is an edited version. What’s funny to me is that most readers seem to find the faeries presented in this story…wholesome, I suppose, is the word. Charming. Cute. That sort of thing. But I feel I should tell you—there’s a reason the creatures are all predators.
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Seek the forest. Feed the wolf. Be brave, be clever, be kind.