Sunday Photo Fiction is a weekly challenge presented by Susan Spaulding, who has taken over this great weekly prompt from my old friend Al Forbes.
This week’s intriguing photo comes courtesy of Anurag Bakhshi.
The idea is to write a short story (200 word max) inspired by what you see in the picture (below).
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The fairies dance in the garden.
My old, jaded eyes see nothing, but the children tell me it is so.
The garden is rich with flowers, this much is clear.
More flowers than I have ever seen in one place, and many of varieties unknown to me.
There are trees from far-flung lands, which have no right to grow in this clime, and shrubs that seem to be not of this world.
They are large, waxy and yet somehow enticing.
The children climb the trees, make dens in the bushes, and weave garlands of bright coloured blooms.
The travellers, whom we do not trust, are camped not far away.
We discourage their presence, fearing their stealth and dishonesty, but they remain just outside the town limits.
To our displeasure, their children too visit the garden, mingling with our own.
Then Mrs Moore’s daughter, Mary, aged seven, disappears.
We search everywhere, then march on the travellers’ camp.
Tempers flare, weapons are drawn, Mr Moore wields an axe.
A frantic travelling woman interrupts.
Her daughter is missing.
Last seen playing hide-and-seek in the enchanting shrubbery.
She too is never found.
And the fairies dance in the garden.