This was written for the 2 January Flash!Friday competition, with the photo as prompt.
Between Worlds
People say I’m delusional, but I know faeries took my sister away. Their world remained even after the city spread across the land, blooming in neon, sending trees of glass and metal skywards, the steady heartbeat of electric lights replacing flickering starlight. The other world was banished to cracks between shadows, glimpses in the corner of your eye. But when the moon is full and you know where to look, you can see them dancing on forgotten fields. And if you wait for the right moment and step into the ring of dancers, they’d take you away from the hardships, hurts, and poverty of this world. That is what my sister did. That is what I would do, if I could gather the courage.
I see them dance, hear the music, see my sister.
In a blinding flare of headlights and screaming tyres the dancers disappear, leaving me behind.
And I wonder if knowing is a gift or a curse.
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