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.
One day, as a baby, a subtle difference comes over the child. Growing up, they are aloof, never quite fitting in, yet loved, nonetheless, as children should be.
Then, one day, when the moon is bright and the stars align, they take a sharpened hawthorn wand – iron and steel are unbearable to touch – and do what must be done. Their parents and neighbour’s dead, ritual complete, they can go home at last, to the starlit realm that truly is their home. Down moonlit paths they walk till they find the mound with the green door and knock three times. Home.