Inhabitants of the Woodpile

Benji spent hours playing by the woodpile.  His mother smiled, glancing through the back window.

What a wonderful imagination Benji has, she thought, pretending the bugs to be fairies.

Benji ducked behind the woodpile and bent close to a damselfly hovering near his nose.  Its iridescent wings buzzed and its metallic blue body shivered.  Benji held out his hand with his palm toward the sky.  The insect tickled as it morphed into a fairy and landed on his hand.  

“Morning, Benji.  The others are waiting!”  Snickering and glancing toward the back window, the fairy sang, “Who shall we vex today?”

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This tiny tale is my contribution to “Friday Fictioneers,” a 100-word weekly writing challenge based on a photo prompt to inspire and hosted by the lovely Rochelle Wisoff Fields.  This week the photo prompt was provided by Dale Rogerson.

If you’d like to join this encouraging group of writers or read their stories from this week, visit here.

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