Flash Nano 11 Write a Magical Story
“Don’t lean against the mug, Jasmine,” Maggie said. “It’s hot.”
“Thanks.” Jasmine stomped across the tabletop and hopped up on the laptop.
“Tea?” When Jasmine said yes, Maggie went to the dollhouse and took out a tiny cup. Using an eye dropper, she filled it and handed it to the fairy sitting on the laptop, her legs dangling over the side.
Jasmine looked at Maggie with love. They had been together for 25 years. Her first placement had been with a little girl in Boston’s Louisburg Square in Boston. It had been boring. All the child wanted to do was play with her Barbies. There was more Barbie stuff than in a small village.
Her next assignment had been in Newton, with a nice kid. The only problem was the cat who treated Jasmine like a laser light for her to chase. Jasmine spent most of her time hiding in the chandeliers or on the top of curtain rods.
Thank goodness Maggie arrived for a play date and Jasmine had arranged for a transfer.
They were perfect for each other. Maggie was not a girly-girly type. Anything in the natural world intrigued her.
She had told her mother about Jasmine. Her mother assumed the fairy was an imaginary friend and went along with it saying things like, “Is Jasmine staying here or does she want to come to the store with us?” She also helped furnish the dollhouse for Jasmine, although she thought it really was for Maggie. She never understood why Maggie took it to uni with her.
However when Maggie was six, her mother told her that she was too old for imaginary friends. The two friends went what they called “undercover” and stopped discussing Jasmine’s existence with others.
Jasmine was not a typical fairy either. No Tinkerbell type of outfits for her. She wore jeans and a sweatshirt. Two holes were cut in the back for her wings, although she often tucked them inside when she wasn’t flitting around.
Most fairies were transferred to another child, when they turned five, but Jasmine was granted the permanent assignment she requested.
Jasmine went to school every day with Maggie. She loved learning and they would discuss math and science homework. She went with her to Boston University for their undergraduate and master’s degrees. Now Maggie was working on her Ph.D. at EPFL in Lausanne, Switzerland.
Maggie was writing her dissertation on birds, wing construction affecting long distance flying.
“Mags? Are you in there?” Robert, Maggie’s fiancé called at the door. She hadn’t told him about Jasmine. The one boyfriend she mentioned it to thought Maggie was crazy and broke up with her shortly after.
Robert didn’t understand Maggie’s attachment to a dollhouse, not the one back in Newton but a smaller one they had bought for Jasmine at the Manora Department Store.
Jasmine didn’t mind the comedown from her earlier luxurious accommodations.
She was fascinated with Maggie’s studies, and not just because she had wings.
That was worth the sacrifice. When she met with other fairies, she considered her life perfect for her and felt just a bit sorry for the lives of more traditional fairies.
She finished her tea and let Maggie get on with her writing. “La vie est belle,” she thought, happy that her French was improving.
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