The Madness of Faerie Children


She could hear her people’s songs in her dreams, could glimpse them in the half-moment between rain and sun, could feel their touch in the spring sunlight.

They’d left her here as a child – a puzzle piece never to fit no matter how hard it was shoved.

Now she was going to call them back.

She’d built it from lost hopes and half-remembered dreams, a machine of memory crafted from castaway and forgotten things.

But when it was made, there was still only silence. They would not come.

She lay in the grass and wept tears of starlight.

Word Count: 98

This is for Friday Fictioneers. Thanks to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for running the challenge and Ted Strutz for providing the prompt photo!

26 thoughts on “The Madness of Faerie Children

Add yours

  1. (She) “could glimpse them in the half-moment between rain and sun” – that’s a beautiful and magical way of evoking the half-world of faerie. I loved the “tears of starlight”, too.
    A child who experiences little physical affection might also feel like the changeling in your story.
    You’ve written a lovely piece whose relevance extends well beyond a fairy story.

    Liked by 1 person

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

Blog at

Up ↑

%d bloggers like this: