Most of the strange bulbs grew common flowers in the greenhouse. Not this one. This plant has a beating heart. When I water it, it wraps around my arm, and croons. Its fronds stroke my face. Fascinated, I keep nurturing it. It clings to me, so I pet it and promise I will return. Today, it was missing. I searched everywhere and found it drinking water from a leaking tap. It saw me, and put its hands on my knee, wings fluttering. I lifted my fairy changeling up. He kissed my face and I felt his heart beating against mine.
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Fantasy & Magic: Stories & Contest Entries
RandomEntries to various contests and other stories. Short stories, drabbles, and so on.
