By Emma Wilson
There was a fairy ring—a small circle of mushrooms—at the bottom of Claire’s garden. Claire didn’t believe in fairies, nor did she like mushrooms. The only option, she decided, was to don some rubber gloves and dig them up.
It wasn’t long before she began to regret doing so. Things went missing from her house: first an old mug, then her keys.
They turned up a few days later in an almost identical fairy ring in her neighbour’s garden. He was less surprised by the sudden appearance of Claire’s possessions than that mushrooms were growing on his artificial turf.
Good story
Quite adorable.
Neat little story. My wife believes…
On his artificial turf, eh? Well, he should’ve applied some fungicide to it!
A lovely little story. Just because you don’t see something doesn’t mean it’s not there!
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I enjoyed reading this story. I like the artificial turf idea. One quibble- they are more often toadstools than mushrooms but it didn’t spoil my enjoyment.
Some good concepts in a short piece, sets a place for expansion.
Fun little story, well executed.