Ficlets

“Nearly where?” I asked, but I didn’t get a response.

My Fairy Godmother was bending over a map. In one hand she clutched what appeared to be a wooden stick. Muttering to herself, she tapped places on the map with the stick. Each time she did so, sparks flew out of the stick. A wand, I realized.

“Hang on, Destiny. This colorswirl isn’t entirely reliable and sometimes pops during landing.”

“Pops?!”

“Yes. Now, get ready…”

With the force of a bullet, the bubble suddenly shot downwards, hurtling through the air. As we got lower to the ground, I realized that it was shrinking with alarming speed. Pretty soon my Godmother and I were crammed in it, and then (Pop!) the bubble disappeared entirely.

My Fairy Godmother and I were thrown onto the ground. Ooofh.

“I was afraid of that,” she said ruefully, standing up and brushing dirt off her dress. Her glasses were askew. “Sorry, dear. It happens sometimes.

“Well, here we are,” she announced. “Home, sweet home.”