Welcome to this week’s installment of many micro stories, ranging in length from 100 words to 500 words.
With each story we hope to deliver a little whimsy into the lives of our readers.
STARS
In ancient times, long before recorded history, people looked up at the stars and believed them to be fairies. Tiny, magical beings that would sprinkle blessings—or curses—like rain.
The people prayed to the fairies, built temples, and brought them sacrifices. Every few millennia, a child would be born with a sparkle in their eye; that child would be revered as a god.
Over time, the people discovered astronomy. They gradually shed their primitive beliefs, realizing that the fairies had always been distant stars, rather than fey beings watching over them.
And the fairies were just fine with that.
Greg Schwartz writes speculative fiction and poetry. He lives in the US with his wife, children, and dog. He’s been fortunate to have stories in Black Ink Horror, Champagne Shivers, Writers’ Journal, and Mount Zion Speculative Fiction Review. In a pre-fatherhood life, he was the staff cartoonist for SP Quill Magazine and a book reviewer for Whispers of Wickedness.
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If you enjoyed this drabble you can find it and more in the Hawthorn & Ash 2023 anthology.
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