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Genre: Fairy Tale
Prompt: Iridescent
Words: 990
Oliver Goldglimmer
Flapping knobby hands, she coughed and sputtered. The air cleared of sooty smoke, Olive Goldglimmer blinked at her surroundings. “Oh, that hurts.” She rubbed her tender tailbone. “Might I not have a soft landing once in a while?” A vigorous chorus of robins overhead drowned out her words. “I’m talking to myself again, aren’t I?”
Olive studied the multi-hued flowers above her. “So sorry. I didn’t mean to crash into you, pretties.” Feet straight out in front of her, she slumped over her knees to relieve pressure from her battered vertebrae. “Where the heck am I? I’ve never been here before.” Rubbing a cheek, she further smeared her soot-sprinkled face. “Have I?”
A fleeting thought occurred to her. Finger pointed in the air to hook it, her eyes bugged out at the sight of the string tied there. “What’s that for? Let’s see, I-I-I… Can’t remember. Can’t do spells. Can’t fly… Might as well die.”
“Divine colors, these flowers.” Fingers reached upward to stroke the velvet stalks and feathery softness within her reach. My home is in grazing fields filled with red clover, yellow buttercups, and lush grass for those big animals—cows, I think. Sorry, I’ve squashed a few of you. I better get off, hadn’t I? Dear, dear.”
Olive rolled her squat six-inch body from one side to the other, pushing off with an elbow. “I did not forget how to stand. Been doing it all my life, haven’t I? Come on-n. I can do this. Come on-n.” The rolling motion found her face in the dirt. She giggled. Her knees knew what to do. A push with her hands and she tripped over her long, shimmering gown. “Dear, dear. The young fairies have the right idea with their short skirts. Not appropriate on someone of my age.” Erect at last, she swayed to steady her balance. Her gray-streaked hair, once cranberry, had fallen out of its pins. Tiny fingers hastened to secure it back together and out of her face. “I must look a sight. Still talking to myself. Well, so what.”
“Sorry flowers. I didn’t mean to crush you.” Lined face softened, she blew a kiss, one foot already poised to toddle through the forest of blossoms. Home. What if I’m lost for good this time? A flicker of brilliance in the crushed greenery attracted her attention. “Oh, dear. Oh, dear. My pouch of found and rescued treasures.” She flushed with guilt and pleasure, the pouch clutched to her ample bosom.
“I remember—I cast a spell… What was it? I had it… Oh, dear. Oh, dear.” Oh, for Petey dragon, never mind. It’ll be a long walk home.”
Olive trudged and trudged. The sun slid toward the bruised horizon like a raw yoke on a fingerprinted wall. The temperature cooled. Birds chirped less, weary from their daylong concert. Floral smells scented the air. Olive pushed on in a never-ending field with not a creature in sight.
Someone or something whistled, drawing to her. The sound pierced her ears. A teenage boy, she guessed, in torn pants and a faded plaid shirt, repositioned his straw hat. A blade of grass in his corner of his mouth, he looked neither left nor right.
She flew into his face and tumbled earthward. “Yoo-hoo. Ouch.”
He brushed at his face as if flicking off a fly.
“Hey, you. You, Tom Sawyer person, you. Stop!” Olive skipped behind him to catch up. That’s when it hit her. “He can’t see me.” In desperation, she grasped a pant leg and hung on. Swish-toss. Slam. When had he stopped?
He growled, combing his surroundings. “Who’s there? Where are you?”
“Down here. They call me Olive. I’m lost.” Olive pulled with all her strength till she found his shirt pocket.
“I don’t know what or where you are but get away from me.” He switched the stalk of grass to the other side of his mouth and tramped on. Dusk drifted downwards like a gray fog, stealing the little light left. The moon rose cheesy yellow, face in a smirk as if It had heard a bad joke. A stone’s throw away, a dark shack surfaced out of the ground.
Olive sensed rather than saw her aura light up a hair-thin stroke at a time. It must be the last day of harvest because this happened the same time last year. Her heart swelled with dizzy exhilaration, knees weak and bendy. All her magic had not vanished—not yet—though her ability had lessened. She had not minded ageing, nor the forgetfulness, nor the loss of vitality—well, a little. Losing her spark, her zest for life had caused sadness, yet she understood the map of life.
She shook off her reverie. The boy approached the cabin. In her excitement, Olive fell out, arms waving, wings fluttering. Up. Down. She floated. “Wait, wait.”
Hand on the doorknob, the boy dropped his chin, paused, and turned to the darkness fully arrived. A crazed yell tore out of his throat. He yanked open the door and slammed inside. Up-down, Olive floated, a streak of vacillating glow like a light posse.
The door squeaked open. A rifle barrel preceeded the boy. “Stop. What are you?”
Olive reared up and flew into his face. “Don’t shoot. Let me explain.”
* * *
The boy had listened and nodded.
“I live in a place called Aurora. Will you help find it?”
“My pleasure. I know my way around a fairy tale or two. Name’s Tom Sawyer. Pleased to meet you, Olive Goldglimmer.
Maybe for the last time, Olive’s wings opened iridescent and supple as in the days of her youth.
“Come inside. Can’t do anything tonight. Hungry?
“I could eat. Have you nuts or berries?”
“A real fairy. Shoot. Never heard of any your age. Know something? You remind me of my grandma—the one my author wouldn’t give me. Everybody has one, don’t they? Even me.”
The End
© 2017 Tess and How the Cookie Crumbles
Images courtesy of Pixabay
January 31, 2017 at 12:39 pm
How fun and fanciful!
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February 3, 2017 at 1:12 pm
Thank you, K.L. Foreign territory but it ended up being fun. ❤
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January 31, 2017 at 12:40 pm
Reblogged this on Smorgasbord – Variety is the spice of life and commented:
Time for a fairy story… you are never too old, especially when penned by Tess Karlinski… mee Olive.. who has got lost….
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February 3, 2017 at 1:13 pm
Thanks so much for the reblog, Sally. This was fun once I sort of got my head around the idea. ❤ ❤
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February 3, 2017 at 2:00 pm
♥♥ Tess.. x
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January 31, 2017 at 12:55 pm
I enjoyed this, Tess. You have a gift with descriptive words. I’ll be back! (Gee, that sounds almost ominous!)
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January 31, 2017 at 1:04 pm
Thanks so much for reading and for your generous comment. You’ve made my day. 😀
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January 31, 2017 at 12:56 pm
Oh Tess, what a marvelous way to brighten my lunch break. Thank you for this story. The imagery was glorious and I loved the way you ended it. Mega hugs.
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February 3, 2017 at 1:16 pm
Ha ha. Glad you enjoyed this on your lunch break, Teagan. This ended up being fun–not that I know my way around fairies. 🙂
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January 31, 2017 at 12:57 pm
Very lovely, Tess. So much fun.
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February 3, 2017 at 1:17 pm
Thank so much, John. New territory, but I guess it worked out in the end. 🙂
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February 3, 2017 at 3:27 pm
🙂 It did.
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February 3, 2017 at 3:57 pm
XX 🙂
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February 3, 2017 at 6:02 pm
XX Back
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January 31, 2017 at 1:29 pm
Really liked this and the comment to the flower. It’s clever you brought that in like another character. 🙂
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February 3, 2017 at 1:18 pm
Thanks, lovely Paulette. This took w.o.r.k. Don’t know much about fairies. 🙂 ❤
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January 31, 2017 at 1:59 pm
What a lovely, fun story, Tess 🙂 Great name too!
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February 3, 2017 at 1:19 pm
Thank YOU, Cathy. This took research as fairies or their tales aren’t my forte. ❤ ❤
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February 3, 2017 at 2:19 pm
Nor mine 🙂
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January 31, 2017 at 2:16 pm
I do love a fairy story and this one was lovely, Tess 🙂
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February 3, 2017 at 1:20 pm
Ha ha. Write what you know, they say. I know stout and senior. Thank you for your lovely comment and for reading, Judy. 🙂
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February 3, 2017 at 3:11 pm
Well you always write so well! 🙂
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January 31, 2017 at 2:42 pm
As always a lovely story. Good writing, Tess.x
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February 3, 2017 at 1:24 pm
Aww, Judith. See me blush. Thanks so much. You’ve made my day. ❤ 🙂
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January 31, 2017 at 3:30 pm
Absolutely loved every word of this!<3
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February 3, 2017 at 1:25 pm
Aren’t you sweet, Willow. Thanks so much. Glad you enjoyed my foray into the foreign land of fairies. ❤ ❤
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January 31, 2017 at 4:14 pm
The imagery was fantastic and fun Tess but how sad that like us age has it’s drawbacks for fairies. And just fancy Mark Twain not giving poor Tom a grandma.
xxx Huge Hugs xxx
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February 3, 2017 at 1:27 pm
I’m tickled you enjoyed this, David. Thank you for your kind words. They say write what you know. I don’t know about fairies but I know about age. 😀 😛 😀
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January 31, 2017 at 5:25 pm
I’m sure Mark Twain is smiling, and now Huckleberry is looking for his grandma. A delightful story, Tess, well done.
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February 3, 2017 at 1:29 pm
Thanks, Sharon. I had no clue where to start. I don’t do fairy tales. It occurred to me all fairies were young and cute. Well, the heck with that. Don’t they age? 😀 😀
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January 31, 2017 at 8:04 pm
What fun! Who knew fairies can be forgetful or old? Very imaginative.
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February 3, 2017 at 1:30 pm
Yeah. Who knew? Why is everything about youth and beauty?. Where’s age and forgetfulness? 😀 😀 😀
Thank you for your comment, Patricia. Glad you enjoyed the read.
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February 4, 2017 at 7:59 pm
I don’t remember. 🙂
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January 31, 2017 at 8:30 pm
An aging fairy! Endearing and a bit sad at the same time 🙂 Your talent for painting a scene is still wonderfully strong. My favourite line was “The sun slid toward the bruised horizon like a raw yoke on a fingerprinted wall.” Very strong imagery!
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February 3, 2017 at 1:32 pm
You are too kind, Joanne, but I thank you for your lovely words. The more I got into color, the more it seemed to grow. ❤ ❤ ❤
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January 31, 2017 at 9:21 pm
What a fantastic story Tess. Loved the vibrance in your words and the storyline. A new great fairytale! 🙂
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February 3, 2017 at 1:34 pm
Ha ha. This genre is quite a stretch for me but I didn’t snap and break. Surprises me. Thank you for your kind comment. ❤ ❤ ❤ The fun began when I thought senior and arthritic. Ha ha ha.
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February 3, 2017 at 8:35 pm
Quite whimsical for such a theme. 🙂 ❤
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January 31, 2017 at 10:37 pm
Gee, Tess, this story nearly parallels my evening summer walks. They stop short of the cabin, though; and Tom Sawyer is usually a neighborhood cat or tree squirrel. But I do lose myself in the flight of reverie and sometimes wonder where I am when I come to. Being drawn in by – even identifying with – characters and occurrences is the mark of a good story. Bet you can’t tell how much I enjoyed this, eh? 🙂 ♥
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February 3, 2017 at 1:37 pm
Thank you. Thank you, Tina. I’m blushing from head to toe. I confess I had no idea how or where to start. Write what you know, they say. A lightbulb flashed. I know stout and arthritic. I howled with laughter and there it grew on the page.
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February 1, 2017 at 12:13 am
Fabulous fairy tale. Loved Olive but her meeting up with Tom… Just awesome. 💖
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February 3, 2017 at 1:39 pm
Thank YOU for reading and your generous comment, Sarah. You know how it is when you don’t know where a character appears from till you see it / them on the page. Yeah, like that. Wish that happened more often. ❤ ❤ ❤
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February 1, 2017 at 8:02 am
Thank you. ❤
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February 1, 2017 at 2:28 am
Wonderfully creative Tess ❤
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February 3, 2017 at 1:40 pm
Thank you, Gilly. This is one of those lucky times because I don’t know about this genre. ❤ ❤ ❤
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February 1, 2017 at 5:56 am
Tess this is wonderful! I loved the ending. How enchanting that Tom and Olive meet, in a universe that is both familiar to us, but almost unattainable…..unless you really believe in the imagination!!!
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February 3, 2017 at 1:41 pm
The imagination is an unbelievable thing, isn’t it? Some days it’s more subtle than others. Thank you for reading, Colleen. I’m soooo glad you enjoyed this. ❤ ❤ ❤
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February 1, 2017 at 8:42 am
Darling, Tess. ❤
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February 3, 2017 at 1:43 pm
Once in a blue, blue moon, I some something out of nothing and wonder how that happened. This is one of those times.
I’m tickled you enjoyed my fairy tale. ❤ ❤ <3.
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February 1, 2017 at 11:18 am
What a great ending. Tom Sawyer would be proud, as should Mark Twain. Delightful, Tess.
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February 3, 2017 at 1:46 pm
Oh, shucks, Jacqui, the ending wove itself. Surprised the heck out of me. Thank you for your continued support. ❤ ❤ ❤
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February 1, 2017 at 1:46 pm
ah love it; Tom Sawyer saves the day – again. But Olive is a great creation – what do fairy’s do when their time is done, huh?
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February 3, 2017 at 1:48 pm
Thanks, Geoff. I don’t know idea one about fairies but I know about me and age and forgetfulness. Why is everything about youth and perfection? Sheesh. 🙂 😀
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February 2, 2017 at 12:32 am
Now I’m just mad! Why haven’t I been reading your blog sooner? Your gift for story telling is simply fab! Do you have these stories just sitting somewhere just waiting to be published? Olive’s name reminded me of a short story I wrote for Writing 101 and my dwarf’s name in the story was G. Slumberfoot. Read it when you get a chance (It’s nothing like yours, though) https://secondwindleisure.com/2015/05/04/a-twisty-juxtaposition-for-writing-101/
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February 3, 2017 at 4:07 pm
You’re sweet. You’ve made my day. Read your story. Loved it.Wonderful characterization. ❤ ❤ Aren't we a mutual admiration society? 😉
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February 3, 2017 at 4:08 pm
Yes, LOL, that’s what we bloggers do–we make each others’ day and it’s addictive 🙂
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February 2, 2017 at 10:08 pm
Tess I’m a late arrival but like so many have said this is great fun. Leaves me with a happy heart!
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February 3, 2017 at 4:08 pm
Great to hear, Sue. I love happy hearts. Thank you for your kind words. Happy weekend. ❤ ❤
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February 3, 2017 at 4:09 pm
Wishing you a great weekend too Tess. Xo
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February 3, 2017 at 10:53 am
Lovely characters and story. A great meeting that I’m sure Mark Twain would have been happy about. Thanks, Tess!
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February 3, 2017 at 4:10 pm
Thank you for your kind words, Olga. I hoped Mark Twain wouldn’t mind since Tom had to live with an aunt. In the end, this WAS fun.
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February 3, 2017 at 12:34 pm
Love your story telling Tess! Awesome!
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February 3, 2017 at 4:11 pm
Thanks so much Linda. I like your poetry. ❤ ❤
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February 6, 2017 at 10:05 pm
You added Tom Sawyer, nice! Love the whimsical fun in this. 🙂
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February 7, 2017 at 3:42 am
I’ve always wondered what type of fairy tale you’d write. Now I know–as good as all your contemp and travel tales. 🙂
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February 12, 2017 at 3:41 pm
I enjoyed wandering through this, Tess, you took us to magical places, then again, you always are kind enough to take us on your journeys, real or imagined. 🙂
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