The Fairy Prince

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Inspired by the first contest/prompt by _ShortStory_ 'The Meeting'

Inspired by the first contest/prompt by _ShortStory_ 'The Meeting'

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The Fairy Prince

The fluttering of wings flitted through the breezy air.
As I looked up, a man was walking across the lawn towards me, tall and lean, hair braided down his back and a wreath of ivy over his brow.

I was about to take a breath and address him when his eyes locked in on mine. He lifted a finger to his lips and I found myself unable to stutter a single word.
My heart surged and the ghost of a smile tugged at his mouth, green eyes sparkling.

When I blinked, he was gone, leaving a single white rose behind.

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