"Of the many things Marie's mother taught her, making houses for fairies was her favorite. " I wrote this 500-word piece of flash fiction for a contest that gave a simple phrase as a prompt. Little did I know, the contest only ran twice a year and they didn't update the website! So, here is what I wrote, this lonely little piece with nowhere to go, about the whimsy and fantasy of being a child, even when you grow up.