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The Fairy Diary Day 112 #TFDbyRWOz2

The Narrator stumbles in:

There I was minding my own business when I took a step backward to admire my handiwork (the fresh coat of paint on the wall of my bedroom) and stepped into another reality where I saw my “friends” from the diary held up in a thicket outside the frontier village. 

Well, almost all of them. 

Rumble and Dunfallon were nowhere in sight. 

And Meribabell lay in wait at the edge of a copse staring after a flock of black birds inscribing a boomerang shaped path in the sky. As both of us followed their progress on a sudden their grouping was smashed asunder by the swoop of the pixie astride his eagle. 

The leader of the black birds recovered and lit out from the wrath of the avenging duo. 

And as I strained forward to see what happened next, I stepped back into my reality.

About rwoz2

Poet, historian, writer for stage and screen. Responder to Jesus (Romans 5:8)

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