Fairies Don’t Sweat, They Glow
Please accept my submission for Friday Fictioneers. It took me a while to find this one, and I am surprised at where it took me.
Other fairies had fun, like changing teeth to coins. Instead Weenok sent her night after night to the old woman, forbidden to turn rocks to gold.
Every stone weighed more than her. She couldn’t even fly them into place. Once, she even walked right into glue still setting, and lost her moccasin.
Their Fair was tomorrow. So much needed to be done. Panting, she sat down. She would close her eyes for—
Shuffling feet awoke her. She could see her shadow!