He knelt before her. 'Will you marry me?'
'You know I can't.'
'We love each other. Where's the problem?'
'I'm a fairy.' She stepped into his cupped hand.
He stared in shock. 'You mean—'
'Don't be daft! I'm the fairy Queen.'
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Flash Fiction
Short StoryTwitter has a daily prompt using the hashtag #vss365. This thread will be for pulling those stories, plus other very short stories, into one place. There are a mixture of genres, the occasional sequence with repeated characters, and a mix of serious...
