Postcard-sized flash fiction about the things we think we know about others, life, death, and everything in between. And it all starts with an image...

Ice Cream Fairy

She hadn’t meant for the bridge to fall away under the hooves of the hero’s horse, or for the peasant girl to turn into a pumpkin instead of her chariot. I’m not an engineer, she’d said in her own defense. I’m a fairy.   Sure, she

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