By Lou Holland
She’d thought it was a myth—her mother’s quaint obsession with the fae.
Until they’d stolen her boy.
She gave chase into their realm, tearing through the gnarled forest of twisted trees.
“Mama?”
Relief surged when she saw him by the moss-covered fountain.
“Mama, I’m thirsty.” Pleading eyes squeezed her heart as he held out the flask. She filled it and passed it back.
He shook his head. “You first.”
Trembling hands raised it to her lips.
The illusion faded—her son’s image replaced by a faery baring jagged teeth.
Don’t drink the water, a memory whispered. Drink and you’re theirs.
Well written and a useful reminder! Echoed by the Persephone myth and the tale of Thomas the Rhymer. The fae are not all who we think they are …
Thank you! I have to admit I love spooky stories about the fae. There’s just so much interesting lore there.
It makes you think twice about having fairies on the Christmas tree. I enjoyed reading this.
Haha, indeed. Don’t want to be inviting them inside!
So well written. Powerful story that will stay with me for awhile.
Thanks so much for your kind words!
Enchanting!!
Thanks! Glad you liked it.
Oh, nice and dark!
Thanks! I feel like my favourite micros to write are either unsettling and dark or ridiculous and silly, there is no in-between!
Loved it… and the dark twist at the end… a mother’s love nearly betrayed her… well done!!!
Thank you! Really glad you enjoyed it.
Nicely done. Solid fae horror.
Great story!
i enjoyed this.
Excellent story, Lou. Well done!