Wednesday, March 26, 2014
The Wood Sprite
Every afternoon almost without fail, Samantha would run into the forest to meet Clarence the wood sprite and the two would play for hours until Samantha had to go home for dinner.
Samantha would try to talk to her parents about Clarence but they didn't believe in wood sprites, and so Samantha gradually stopped talking to them about him.
One afternoon Samantha ran into the forest and found Clarence crying.
"Why do you cry, Clarence," said Samantha
"I must go away, my precious Samantha," cried the wood sprite.
"But why?" asked Samantha.
"Because you have grown older," replied Clarence, "and soon you will no longer believe in me."
With that Samantha fed Clarence into the wood chipper.
"You moron!" she snarled. "I'm 37 years old! I'm so gullible I could have played with you forever!"
There's nothing like a charming fairy tale to bring a special feeling to your heart, but it's likely this fairy tale will bring a special feeling to your stomach much more readily than your heart.
This is my weekly Friday Fictioneers offering based on the prompt that Rochelle Wisoff Fields is now offering so early in the week that anymore we're likely to get the prompt before the Friday before the Friday for which the prompt is for! Anyway just say "I believe in the Friday Fictioneers," click on them here, and you will have each and every one of their weekly stories, no matter what the grown-ups believe.
BTW, just to close the loop, Samantha is doing hard time now for wood chipping Clarence. In my fairy tales, there is always justice!