Garden Wall

Brick-by-brick, the gardener built his wall, remembering the days when a white picket fence had been enough. There was a flutter of wings and he turned, brandishing his trowel like a sword. A bluejay cocked its head to one side, looking at him in what he thought was a very judgmental way, especially for a... Continue Reading →

The Lonely Swing

Out in the woods, over a sea of green grass, the lonely swing moves back and forth with nobody on it. Some say that the wind is what pushes it, but others, versed in the old tales, know better. It is the swing of the faerie children and they play upon it unseen, their laughs... Continue Reading →

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