The Little Things - A Short Story

They came in twos and threes and half-dozens, flying above the main street of town on some unknown and unimaginable errand, perhaps twice the size of large butterflies, with pale slender bodies, and dragonfly wings sparkling in the sun.

The children noticed them first, and followed them down the street, looking up in wonder.

“Fairies!” they shouted to their parents inside the cozy houses. “Fairies!” they shrieked to one another in high voices. “Fairies!”

In Morgan's Glen, everything was about to change.