Ah, relief! I finally had a chance to write a story that’s been trying to scratch its way out of my head since late 2020. I have been far too busy. This story started as a dream that went stagnant.
I’ve been frustrated lately because the story I had for a deadline wasn’t working. I took a nap and woke up knowing I had to finally finish “How to Save a Faerie.” It was the time.
Super small excerpt because this story is already contracted and paid for…
Five things you will find in this story:
- 👀 crushing despair
- 🍾 a hangover
- 🧚 a faerie
- 🗑️ trash picking
- 💰 accidental busking
Chuck read this repeatedly. What gifts, he wondered. He dug through his pockets. An empty pack of cigarettes, crushed. He threw that away in the box of trash he’d gathered. A few coins, which he added to the base of the bottle as further decoration. A red pen cap but no pen. His drivers license. He repocketed his license and added the pen cap to the tinsel arrangement. It looked a little like a flower bud at a rave party. It was pretty.
“Good?”
He squinted, looking around for a shimmer. There was nothing.
“your gifts…”
“I don’t have anything. I gave it to you already.” He glanced at the .46 cents he had arranged among the wax candle sun rays. “Do you need my driver’s license?” He reached into his pocket.
from “How to Save a Faerie.”