Flash Fictions by Benjamin D. Togate

A Magical Difference

And off I went.

I knew, there would be no coming back. Not after today. Not after they all had seen me, seen us. I just packed all my things and left.

After a while I got tired of driving. I parked by the side of the road to enjoy the view. And that’s then I saw it. The flying castle. Sprinkles of light were floating around me.

“Don’t worry, It’ll be okay” they whispered. I swished them away like mosquitos.

“You guys stay in the car! I told you!”

I stared in awe. The castle was floating on a mountain, its view starting to get swallowed by the onset of the night… yet it was so visible. And there was a light on in the highest tower.

But that wasn’t the most astounding things of all. What surprised me the most were the sprinkles of light that swirled around the tower. To the untrained eye they probably looked like stars, but they moved to fast for that.

“Look at that” I called out at my glowing friends in the car “There’s more of you!”

And with these words they started to swirl excitedly.

Why would this castle from the legends, that no one had ever seen before, now present itself in front of my eyes? On a day like this, nonetheless. When the village discovered I was a “evil witch who will burn the village to ashes”. With lights opened at the highest tower, as if someone was living there. Someone with answers.

Maybe I wasn’t the only one after all.