Posted in Art, drama, fantasy, flash fiction

The Path

The Path… it leads me through woods weaved out of moonlight. I arrive to places which burn with otherworldly power. I meet shadows and spirits; they tell me stories of times long past, teaching me the intricate ways of traveling from one dimension to another.

As the psychiatrist listened to Mark, he sadly concluded yet again that the boy was beyond curing. He never saw the real world and probably never would. Mark’s mother met him in the corridor and hugged him.

His eyes were empty.

A few little fairies flew around in the same corridor, confused at their discovery. Never once had a wizard been born on a magic-less planet. They contemplated what to do: go against the law and bring Mark to their world or leave him in the morose reality which would eventually kill him.

The Path… it leads me through woods weaved out of moonlight, Mark starts telling his mother.

The fairies made their decision. They had to do what was right.

Thanks to Alison Jardine for her amazing work of art.

Is it weird that even as the author I’m not quite sure what the fairies ultimately decided to do?

Feel free to share your thoughts in the comments!



Absolutely fantastic procrastinator. Creative, often irrational, hyperactive. Reader, writer, artist, photographer, film-maker, gamer.

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