The stonemason’s daughter

PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

Scuffling at the entrance caught little Paul’s attention. Through the wide church entrance he saw the priest, and some church elders, arguing with her.

She caught his eye then, watery blue. Then she looked at her adversaries and turned around, down the steps away from the church. The elders watching after her, ensuring her retreat.

“It is a shame.” muttered Mama. “Her father built this very church. And now she cannot enter.”


“She believes in things the elders do not.”

“People say she is a witch.”


Paul remembered her eyes. “I think she’s more of a fairy.”

99 words

Written for Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. The challenge should you wish to accept it, is to write a story in 100 words or less.

Thanks to group leader Rochelle for this week’s intriguing image that led me to thoughts of cathedrals, witches, outcasts and fairies.

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Maple leaf rock



Thyleia pushed the magic crystal sphere deeper into her satchel. Her wings were dripping wet, and they felt heavy. Ferris hovered under a broad maple leaf, shielding him from the rain.

“Why don’t we find shelter?” Ferris called out to her.

“We must get the sphere to the gathering of The Elders tomorrow.” she replied.

“We’ll never get there on foot. We need to keep our wings dry.”

Thyleia spotted a hollow in a rock nearby. She gestured for Ferris to follow her. Inside, it was dry but cold.

“Rest Ferris. When the rain stops, we fly till dawn.”


99 words


My fairy story is written for Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle. Where we are challenged to write in 100 words or less.


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