Story Time, Volume 30
This week's @DailyMicroFiction twitter stories, plus a bonus story at the end!
The succulent was happy in its small pot - good soil, perfect light, frequent watering.
One day, an errant breeze overturned it, sending it tumbling into the dirt below. With trepidation it cast out its roots, searching for the walls it had always known.
It found none. And while the soil was rocky, the light patchy, and the rain intermittent, it grew to love its new home.
The fairy finds discord wherever she goes - with a snap and an impetuous grin, she flits from catastrophe to calamity with delight.
At last she feels a tug, strongly, to the north. Her fleeting joy begins to fade; crestfallen, she begins to fly home.
"Why do butterflies migrate every year?"
"Most people think it's to avoid the winter," his father replied. "But maybe they're just not ready to settle down."
The boy considered.
"Like mom?"
"I hope so," his dad replied, a strange look on his face.
— the window now open, he sits back down and begins taking off his boots.
Outside, a rhythmic trill cuts through the dull city noise. The sound reminds him of home, of nature, of deep forests and of mockingjays.
Not a bird, he realizes. Just a sprinkler.
Soon it stops — but the artificial rumble, of a city that cannot sleep, persists.