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GA Writing Prompts - 72. Magical Holiday


Magical Holiday


I heard a noise and looked around, but the hallway was empty. I had no idea who had placed the box in the corridor. I carried the present into the kitchen where I was baking cookies for Christmas. The box shook in my hands. I heard another sound, definitely coming from the box. There was something inside. I unwrapped the box and opened it and then stared at a tiny creature, distrusting my eyes. The being spread its wings and flew out of the box and around in the kitchen and finally sat down near a plate with cookies.

“Can I have this cookie, please?” the tiny being asked, pointing with a tiny finger at a cutout cookie formed like a heart.

I nodded automatically. “Sure,” I said as if this was the most normal thing in the world.

The being seized the cookie and took a bite. The cookie looked big in its tiny hands. I wiped my forehead and for a moment closed my eyes. Pre-Christmas stress. I was hallucinating. The image, however, didn’t disappear. The being took another bite. I sat down in a chair and stared at the creature. It was about the size of my hand. Body, head and limps were little but well-proportioned. It was dressed in green trousers and shirt. Golden hair framed its face and it looked at me from tiny blue eyes.

“It tastes good,” the little creature said with a smile.

I smiled in return and gave a nod. The creature placed the cookie on the plate, spread its wings and flew up in the air. It waved goodbye and then flew out of the kitchen into the corridor. I looked at the cookie and saw the marks that the tiny teeth had left. No hallucinations. No symptoms of pre-Christmas stress. A tiny fairy had come out of the box with no name on it but a gift tag saying:

 

 

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Dolores Esteban
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Stories posted in this category are works of fiction. Names, places, characters, events, and incidents are created by the authors' imaginations or are used fictitiously. Any resemblances to actual persons (living or dead), organizations, companies, events, or locales are entirely coincidental.
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