Microfiction challenge #9: Rainbow


It was the appearance of my fairy godmother that alerted me firstly to the fact I was delusional and in need of urgent help for the storm and all its ferociousness had obviously played havoc with my brain.

She stood at the front door, silver wand in hand, tapping her foot as if it was perfectly normal for a fairy godmother to appear at any old time of the day.

She was urging haste there was no doubt and kept looking out at the sky as if expecting something to arrive at any minute. Finally, she pointed her wand at me and I was beside her hurrying along down the path to the corner creek at the end of our street.

The creek was full to overflow and she grabbed my hand and in an instant we were on the opposite side hurrying along once again. She jabbed away in a language I couldn’t understand but very agitated and impatient I gathered.

She stood under the weeping willow and pointed her wand at the rainbow arching the sky. Then she pointed to where the rainbow touched the ground and I knew for reasons best known to herself that was where we were headed. Again we were off this time slopping our way through the fields which by now were running deep in water and the soft earth a thick mud into which we sank with every footstep.

Sighing to herself she touched my head with her wand and we were flying across the fields the end of the rainbow coming ever closer. At last we touched down and there in front of us was a silver box. With her wand she waved it at the box and the lid flew open revealing a treasure like I’d never seen before. I reached into the box to feel if it was real when I felt a resounding hit to my head.

I opened my eyes to find myself on the floor beside my bed. Damn I thought that was some dream as I picked myself up and crawled back in to bed.

The clock said it was almost five in the morning so I had another two hours before I was to wake up. I settled down into my bed, warm against the early cold thinking I must remember the dream as it would make a good story for the rainbow prompt I had seen the night before.

After the storm I thought, what a story I could tell. I was shifting into my sleep position when I felt something cold against my leg. I reached down and took hold of a round object which on seeing reminded me of the treasure I had seen in my dream. Coincidence I told myself as I drifted to sleep. Then I was awake and looking around my room….the coin was real.


Written for: https://janedougherty.wordpress.com/2016/08/12/microfiction-challenge-9-rainbow/

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18 Responses to Microfiction challenge #9: Rainbow

  1. ;It was the appearance of my fairy godmother that alerted me firstly to the fact I was delusional and in need of urgent help for the storm and all its ferociousness had obviously played havoc with my brain.’ Lovely opening to a wonderful fairy tale, yet another from the fairy tale master word smith.

  2. Olga says:

    Interesting story about how dreams and reality merge in certain transient moments. Loved the read! 🙂

  3. I like the implication that it was the time of day she appeared that was cranky, not the fairy godmother herself. Made me smile.

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  5. You are so good at the ethereal, the magical, the fairy story, Michael. I really enjoyed this 🙂

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  7. merrildsmith says:

    This was so much fun! Loved the cranky fairy godmother, and the remembering you had story prompt. 🙂 Thank you!

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