The ad was enticing: “River view, private entrance, doorbug, generous acorn storage and no neighbors for several fae furlongs — a successful fairy’s dream residence.” Mister Fister the Fighting Fae was tired of ducking admirers and signing the wings of fluttering fans. The East Tower was perfect for a beleaguered celebrity. Much more salubrious than the Fungus Lloyd Wriggle Condopolis down below!
In he moved, shouldering his thistle-woven boxing gloves, his collection of iridescent scarabs and a bevy of trophies. He wandered, room to room, looking for the perfect chair. The silence was louder than a roaring crowd. He missed his Russian Stag Beetle neighbor’s pine needle symphonium. He even missed the relentless creole creaking of the Louisiana crickets.
He moved back to the condopolis within a fortnight, and his fans welcomed him with a party that lasted a week. Noise complaints lodged with the FES (Fae Enforcement Squad) resulted in the deployment of several FES officers, but they joined the party. The Nectar Nippery was drank dry, the Buttery Bakery eaten empty, and the Pudding Palace was completely consumed. Several bankrupt fans fled the trolls, and Mister Fister lost his next match. He never regretted a moment.
Copyright 2015 Brenda Davis Harsham
Brenda you might like this blogger from India – latest blog is about Ancient Trees
https://enchantedforests.wordpress.com/author/mukulchand9/
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You’re right. The trees of India are fascinating. Thanks!
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Very good post.
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Thanks, OldPoet56. I visited your site and read you musings on the creation of the earth in 6 days. I like the way you reconcile the mystery with science. I couldn’t find a way to comment or follow your site, though. Take care, Brenda
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Reblogged this on Lost Dudeist Astrology.
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Love this story 🙂
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LOL I’m glad.
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🙂
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Haha…the very thought of living in a mushroom! Thanks for the amusement!! That’s a very perfect looking mushroom growing out of that tree – could make a great home (if we were small enough). I wonder if the trees mind?! 😉
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The trees anchor the soil, hold up the clouds and embrace the wind. What’s a mushroom or two?
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Your photos are always magical.
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Thanks! I’m always looking for the magic. 😉 Your comment is very appreciated.
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What a fun story, Brenda!
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Thanks, Lynn!!
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Your writing is full of wit and whimsy. 🙂
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Thanks, Imelda. I was hoping someone else would find it funny. XOXO
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Have no worries about that. Many of us do. 🙂
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A truly great story Brenda – love your creativity merge with perfect images.
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Thanks, Mary. It was fun to do some flash fiction for a change. 🙂
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I would much rather have the tower which would be rather like “the penthouse” with no one underneath than the condopolis (fungopolis where swinging fungi live), Brenda.
Wow, yes to kids books and your amazing imagination!! ♡ Great practice run! 🙂
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Thanks, Robin! Part of me longs for the quiet of the ivory (or fungal) tower, but I love being around people too much. 🙂 And thanks for the vote of confidence!
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always be grateful for where you are – great post )
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The grass isn’t always greener, sometimes it’s quicksand! 🙂 I had a moral in under 200 words. I’m practicing for picture books, which should be under 500 words!
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I’d love to be his neighbor!
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Me, too! LOL
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…and a great time was had by all. Great story.
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Great story with the old adage the grass is always greener!
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Exactly. 🙂
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Love it! Such a great story:)
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I thought of you when I was writing it. 🙂
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