...Isn't it Pretty To Think So

Last Sunday, I spoke with someone about writing and we entered into an agreement with one another - to each write a story in only 100 words, with the last of them being '...isn't it pretty to think so'. And then on Friday night, while struggling to come up with something - anything; I glanced over and saw a drawing that caused my mind to trip over itself with glee. This is the result...

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Between the seconds of midnight meeting twilight they gather ‘round a copse of trees no human has realized. 

Branches twist, dripping sapphire.  Dandelion carpets drift around wishes and diamond. Candles carved with the moon’s tears shimmer - dreamily hopeful. Red mushrooms giggle as the silver moss stretches infinite arms across the forgotten, fallen table that glitters berries, twinkles nuts, and unravels fitful fiddleheads. 

They have gathered - Fox, Faery, Owl and Stag to feast and share their joy, their wistful secrets. To celebrate life.

You say I speak false? That I know only lies? 

Maybe...perhaps…but...isn’t it pretty to think so.

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