Photo: Sue Vincent
They built the cone carefully. Everyone knew things like that had to be just so.
“Will they come?” Nelly fretted, slim fingers worrying the edge of her tunic.
“Sure thing,” Dahlia’s nod was as resolute as her voice. “We did it exactly. And it is the right time.”
Nelly nibbled on a lip. Aunt Lorena’s mind wasn’t what it used to be. What if the elder’s confusion extended to passing on instructions?
“There,” Dahlia placed the last stick, straightened, and took a step back to admire their handiwork. She tucked a wild lock of dark hair behind an ear and chuckled. “Looks as if they’re putting their heads together.”
More like a bunch of kindling in a miniature teepee, Nelly thought. She shook doubt out of her head. “Do we wait here?” she scanned the expanse of bluebells that carpeted the ground amidst the trees.
Dahlia twisted her mouth, stuck a corner of that disobedient lock of hair into her mouth, and pondered. The small wood felt quiet. Almost as if the air itself was waiting. “I don’t think so,” she said finally. “We better give them space.”
Nelly wasn’t sure if she felt relieved or disappointed.
After a last scan of the area, the two girls walked away, stealing glances every few paces, lest they miss something when their backs were turned.
“I think that’s far enough,” Dahlia suggested when they’d gone about twenty yards. “We don’t want the fairies to think we left completely.” Or to miss them.
Nelly nodded silently.
An afternoon ray of sun wove through the branches to rest on her cousin’s narrow face, and Dahlia noted to herself how Nelly’s golden braid and cornflower eyes blended seamlessly into the magical scenery. Like a princess, she thought in satisfaction. Exactly what they needed.
Na'ama Yehuda 
Ooh…that’s intriguing. I’m weaving all sorts of stories to fill in the gaps 🙂
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🙂 A little teepee house to call in the fairies … yeah, but what for? And … will they come? 🙂
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And just what did Auntie know about it all? 🙂
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I think Auntie isn’t telling … 😉 And, some of us don’t REALLY stop believing in fairies, because … well … we KNOW … 😉
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Exactly 😉
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🙂
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Oh, and now you’ve upset me with that photo, for this year I shan’t be able to walk through the bluebells… the first time ever I’ve missed it BooHoo.
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Hey, don’t blame me, blame Sue! She posted this photo and made us all miss the outdoors … (how’s this for passing blame around? 😉 ) … In truth, I hear ya – the sights of nature are a sweet sorrow these days. The world breathing a bit easier for the reduced pollution even as it struggles to breathe under the virus. There are many metaphors in life, aren’t they? May you have many more years to walk, in health, through the bluebells, and may this year’s come visit you in dreams to fill your soul. XO
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Thank you. And I do indulge myself in my photos of previous years.
Ironically, with the lack of pollution, my sense of smell, already acute, has intensified. Beautiful.
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Yeah. And … here’s to keeping our senses sharp (sense of smell, especially, is a good sign in these times … 😉 – the loss of it is one early sign of COVID19 … so yay to you!) 🙂
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Yea, every time I’m hit with a new smell, I’m like, Yay! I am well
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Yeah, though it made me laugh to think of my friend, whose teenage son passes wind in his sister’s face and when she gets upset, he smirks at his sibling and shrugs “just checking you’re okay.” 😉
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All boys do that to their sisters 🙂
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And now one can hardly discipline him for doing ‘health checks’ on his sister … 😉
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🙂
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🙂
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Thank you!
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