Allison Symes
Cranberry and Raspberry Tea
The fairy took one look at the concrete monstrosity of a statue put up to represent Tinkerbell and blasted it to smithereens with a quick twitch of her wand. It was bad enough humans didn't really believe in fairy kind anymore but there was no way she would tolerate such a horrible depiction of the noblest of the magical species. So she didn't and considered it the finest piece of critical art analysis ever seen on Earth. It was just a shame she couldn't boast about it.
Very few would believe in her to believe her at all. She wished she could change that and teach humans to respect their betters. She wasn't allowed to grant her own wishes. It would be chaos she was told. She sighed. What it would've been was fun! But then fairies weren’t supposed to indulge in that either, or so she’d been told.
She smiled. There was a lot the authorities didn’t know despite all their magical capabilities. If folk were determined to do something, they’d find a way. It was one of the few things she understood about humanity given they shared the same trait. And now time to clear off and leave people wondering what happened to “their” Tinkerbell.
The fairy vanished. The very sharp of hearing might have just heard a slight laugh on the breeze as she did so.
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