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The JSW Challenge is open to anybody who wishes to participate. Using the writing prompt, write a flash fiction no longer than 500 words and post to your page. The Challenge starts on Monday and runs through Sunday each week. Please remember to link your story back to this post so everyone can read your entry.
Wendy peered through the partially opened door, breath in her throat, hoping against hope to see the fairies. Usually they came out at dusk and dawn, but she was here, the door was open, and she couldn’t resist. At first, she saw nothing unusual. The garden was quiet and still, vivid greens in the stillness of the afternoon heat.
Did fairies come out during the heat? She didn’t know. The University kept the knowledge of the fairies hidden from the world in an effort to gain some understanding of the beings. They weren’t human, but they weren’t animal either. Were they some sort of proto-human like Lucy or were they something altogether different? If only she was important enough to study them. Think of all the magical information to be learned! Maybe one day…
Something winked in her vision and she looked right, to the tree above the bench. Something was there, sparkling in the afternoon calm. Wings?
Yes, wings. Translucent wings fanning the air like a hummingbirds, so fast she really didn’t see the movement, only the stillness beyond.
“Wendy! Come out of there.”
She turned, eyes wide. “But, Professor, there are fairies there. Real fairies!”
“You shouldn’t have looked in there,” the Professor told her sternly, eyes flashing. He pulled out a memory stick and touched it to her forehead.
“Don’t go into the gardens, Wendy.”
She blinked, confused. “Gardens?”
“Yes, the gardens. You can’t go into the gardens.”
She blinked again. “What gardens?”
“Go home and work on your thesis,” the Professor told her.
“Yes, sir,” she said and turned away, heading down the sidewalk towards the street. As she passed the open door, she glanced inside just once more, flashes of stillness like beacons in the dark.