She wasn’t sure how it had happened but sneaking a peek – and a slurp – of the liqueur chocolates probably hadn’t helped. She’d lost her balance somehow and now here she was, looking up at the ceiling through a lattice of pine branches, punctuated by coloured lights and many glittering baubles. It was such a different angle to the one she was used to but lying in the shade of the tree was somehow restful, and very relaxing.
She hiccupped quietly and hoped it was a long time until the family noticed their Christmas fairy wasn’t in her usual place…
Great!
Thanks Michelle! It was fun to write, and get a twist in within just 100 words.
Just the right light tone; amusing and quirky.
Thanks Francis. We had a ‘fairy mousemother’ on the top of our tree this year, a successor to several years of an angel teddy – I shall have to think up flash fiction tales/tails for them too, perhaps!