Before I could move further into this strange bookstore an exasperated voice echoed from behind a row of books. “You can’t keep a fairy in your dollhouse!” The bewitched book forgotten, I stopped to listen.
“I don’t KEEP her anywhere. She chooses to live there!”
A fairy living in a dollhouse? Who are these quacks? On tiptoe I edged forward. Locked in heated debate the voices moving deeper into the store. With a final look over my shoulder at the coloured light dancing on the front door mat I committed and leapt around the shelves. Curiously the isle was empty.
By Shari Marshall – April 3, 2018
Prompt for this 100 word post is from 101 Writing Prompts, prompt #87.