Pixie Dust
“Follow me,” whispered the faerie in a melodic tune.
“But daddy won’t let me leave,” replied Leona.
The little grey faerie crossed her arms and flew closer to the window sill.
“Faith,” the faerie reminded her.
Leona looked back towards her bedroom door. She could hear her mother’s screams coming from the other room.
“And mommy? Can she come too?”
The tiny faerie shook her head no.
“They tell me not to trust you. They tell me that you aren’t real,” whispered Leona.
“Trust,” the faerie reminded her.
A loud wailing noise filled the room. Mommy was not going to make it this time…
The tiny faerie put her hand out to reveal a palm full of dust.
Leona closed her eyes and waited as the faerie sprinkled the dust on her forehead.
“Follow me,” the faerie sang again.
Leona propped herself up to sit on the ledge of the window, and with one large breathe leaped for her escape.