The banality of laundry day. The light flicks on, and there it sits…a basket overflowing with the week’s grass stains and spilled orange juice. Suddenly, a tiny, almost imperceptible rustling. A small foot emerges. A tiny hand pulling soiled socks out of the way. A flash of silvery light, and a small wing…
There you go… Lol. A fairy tale in the laundry room.
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Hah, that is awesome. Thank you for writing me my very own fairy tale! Hey, you could submit that at Enchanted Conversations for their flash fiction posts. 😀
Lol. You’re welcome. Maybe I will look at Enchanted Conversations. 🙂
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