“Mondays Finish the Story. This is a flash fiction challenge where we provide you with a new photo each week, and the first sentence of a story. Your challenge is to finish the story using 100-150 words, not including the sentence provided.”
I got carried away. 🙂 468 words.
At first, it looked like an ordinary marble, but it was far from it.
It looks very dull you think as you peer into the shadows of the leaves, the pre dawn haze surrounding you. The sun slowly inches its way over the horizon; a single ray of light strikes the large marble. You recoil as it explodes with color, like a prism reflecting and refracting the light.
You recover and sit very still, watching the rainbow of hues slowly changing with the angle of the sun. They pass over a dew covered leaf to your left. You bask in the silence, the scent of dew, like a gentle rain after weeks of desert heat, fills your nostrils.
Suddenly the rays of color are interrupted. And they are back. If you had blinked you would have missed it. Now you watch the leaf, eyes focused like an eagle on its prey. There! There it was again! A flicker of a small shadow. You roll your eyes about trying to find the source of the shadow without moving your head.
Your gaze lands on the marble. It’s broken! A crack full down its center. You breathe in. Something is emerging slowly. Purple dandelion fuzz? you think. Abruptly it pops upward and you see a face; a tiny face with purple spiky hair! Two minuscule hands appear next, resting on the broken edge of what you now guess to be an egg.
You are starting to hear your heart pounding in your ears. You should exhale, but you don’t want to scare the little creature. The next things to appear are iridescent and semi transparent, unfolding dainty behind the purple head. Wings! You guess excitedly. They flutter experimentally, the tiny creature trying to twist around to watch. It turns a full circle in the attempt. You can’t help but giggle, a single huff of breath escaping from your nostrils.
Startled, it drops down to hide back in the egg. You fully exhale disappointed. You close your eyes and take a few deep breaths to ease the ache in your left lung and return to normal breathing. You open your eyes again, preparing to move. There it is! Hovering before you like a hummingbird. Clothed in a toga the color of its hair (was it born wearing a toga?) it stares deeply into your eyes. You stare back.
After what feels like ages, but in reality is not even a minute, you have to blink. It startles back, then begins to smile. A sweet but slightly mischievous smile. It nods slowly to you, as if in farewell, then it leaves you, flying in the pattern of a hummingbird.
You stand up, your whole body numb and tingling from lack of movement. As you gaze down on the little egg you begin to wonder, did I really just have a staring contest with a newborn fairy.