TOADSTOOLS

Tiny faeries hurried through the forest. Darkness was fast approaching. Unable to fly because of the harsh wind and pelting rain, they moved slowly forward walking around each stone carefully.

Taking care, the group of three headed towards their village. Rain such as this was unknown in these parts, and they were caught far from their homes.

Ahead the faeries saw what might be shelter. Wiping the rain from their eyes, they saw giant toadstool mushrooms. Heading straight into the wind, the group fought to arrive at the mushrooms and used one as an umbrella protecting them from the downpour.


(WC:100)
Flash Fiction

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