Glitterwish had heard such amazing things about coffee. Sparkledust claimed it made her magic stronger. Francoflier said he could loop-the-loop after only one sip.
The fairy flew closer to the steaming ceramic mug. The fragrance was bitter; the foam looked thick enough to gum up her delicate wings. Cautiously, she flittered close, dipped her fingertips into the mushroom-colored liquid and licked them clean.
“I’m seeing things,” said the writer. He slammed his laptop shut and pushed the mug further away. She could hear him. She could hear all the large things. She put her hands over her ears and screamed.
Author’s Note: I love the idea that magic exists alongside us. Most people don’t notice fairies – seems obvious that most fairies wouldn’t notice us either. The message that not all the side effects of drugs are pleasant (RIP, Phillip Seymour Hoffman) was just a bonus.
I like the idea that the fairies can’t hear us — and that the caffeine side effect of hearing us is so painful. Imaginative, well done. Thanks.
Milda, a neat micro-fantasy with real life relevance – the drugs warning, of course; and the reminder that our cosy familiar world is illusory, other worlds, darker worlds, existing in parallel, unseen, waiting… Well done!
Paul
Hey, thanks so much for your comments! Means a lot to a writer that people take the time.
good luck in your own work!
A writer on drugs seeing a fairy on drugs(?)– that’s a 100-word “bump” in itself! . . . Re. P. Seymour Hoffman, Charlie Parker, et al. (apropos of nothing, other than maybe some of the comments here): I think the primary, recurring, unanswerable question is this: No drugs, no genius (or does the genius/production shine through DESPITE the drugs)? It makes any pat/moralistic/just-say-no response to such a “tragedy” inherently weak/useless. (If we truly crave artists who “push the envelope,” etc., maybe some sacrifices are necessary.)
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Personally, I have no problems with drugs, I drink tons of Soma….LOL
And I have yet to see a single a faery.