Inspired by the first contest/prompt by _ShortStory_ 'The Meeting'
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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A Drop of Ink | short stories
PovídkyA collection of short stories of varying sub-genres. Part I: Wilted Roses contains romantic short stories Part II: Fairy Dust & Starlight is where you'll find fantastic and paranormal stories Part III: Black Hearts is the place for my dark fic...