I hope you have a moment to visit High Five and Raspberries, who’s written a fabulous tale for her grandson, Finnegan Owen. I’m related to the Hatfield’s by marriage, but I still honor this magical moment in the day of a McCoy. May you see fairies dancing! Warmly, Brenda
Written for: Friday Fictioneers .. and my grandson Finnegan Owen
Photo Copyright-John Nixon
Three generations of McCoy’s enter the gnarly woods just before dusk. Five-year old Finnegan happily holding the hands of his daddy and grampie. They choose a sturdy branch and sit to wait.
“How do we know they will come?” asks the boy, worry creasing his brow.
“Not to fear” replies grandpa ” when the air is hot and the moon is right the fairies will dance an Irish jig. It has been that way for as long as these trees have had their feet in this earth.”
In the darkening light, dozens of fireflies begin to appear and twirl among the trees.