I am honored to be part of D. Wallace Peach’s magic. It just goes to show that once you believe in fairies, you start seeing them everywhere. ❤
My husband and I head out in our hiking boots when the dawning sky slides from lavender to blue. He treks up the hill ahead of me, and we squint when the sun twinkles through the trees.
“Stop!” I shout, too late.
My husband shrieks and bolts behind me. “What?”
“Oh my God, you stepped on it.” I suck a breath through my teeth.
“On what?” Nature boy peers over my shoulder and then checks the soles of his boots for dog turd or deer duds. But poop isn’t the problem.
I creep forward and squat down for a closer look. The thing is squashed, imprinted with his zig-zag tread, opalescent wings mashed into the pine needles. I poke it to see if it’s alive.
“What is it?” he asks from a safe distance.
I look up at him, the horror of our situation congealing in my chest. “We’re in such…
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