By Anne Wilding
We lounge in the patio’s late sun, half asleep, as the children ramble in and out of the paddling pool, the house, their fantasy worlds.
“This tile is magic,” our youngest tells us, running her palms over its smooth ceramic, and we smile at her earnestness.
“It’s a door to another world.” She is scrutinising each corner.
Now her neat pink lips mumble gibberish as her fingers trace intricate paths over the swirly pattern.
We exchange glances, raise an eyebrow.
She rubs her hands together and places them, tiny fingers splayed, on the centre of the tile.
And she is gone.
Amazing!
Thank you so much!
That’ll teach parents to doubt their kids.
Yes, I hope so! Thank you Jake!
Magical!
Thank you, Susan.
A modern day fairy tale. Good one, Anne!
That’s what I was hoping for – thank you!
Refreshing. Wonderful. Give us more like this!
Thanks Bobby. You might enjoy my story Road in Montana Mouthful’s “Haunting” issue
A telling surmise of childhood. A magically foreboding tale seeking resolution for neglected hurt? Many paths are gently suggested. Well done.
Thank you Max – it’s so motivating to get these wonderful comments.
Thank you everyone – I couldn’t have hoped for better feedback. I will keep writing! A x
Looking forward to discovering the other world…