Emma's Garden

The little glade in the forest was where Emma liked to come to think. Surrounded by waist high hollyhocks in a broad semicircle, with the gentle murmur of a silver stream completing the circle, it was a place of colour, beauty and magic.
Wildflowers carpeted the glade in riotous colours and scented the area with warm spring aroma’s that touched the senses. Roses arched across the glade, strung from the overhanging branches of the surrounding elm trees.
Emma lay across the soft grass on her stomach, her head propped up on her hands as she stared wistfully into the swiftly flowing water.
Above her own reflection, Emma could see the reflection of thousands of tiny fairies fluttering across the daisies, tulips and lavender bushes. She knew that if she turned her head, the fairies would become invisible. Only their reflections could be seen.
As she watched, a tiny figure alighted on her shoulder. The two watched each other in the water.
It had come as a surprise to Emma, that the fairies could only see the reflections of humans as well. And it was only in little pockets of magic like Emma’s garden in the glade where it happened at all.
Unsure of the words to describe what she saw, Emma had come to believe that the glade was a special place where two worlds existed as one.
With concerned eyes, the little fairy placed a soft hand on Emma’s cheek as a fat tear rolled down her chin and splashed gently into the water.
‘Why do you cry, little human?’ the voice seemed to be in Emma’s head and she responded the same way.
‘I can’t come here anymore,’ Emma began to explain, ‘We are moving away and I shall never see you or the garden ever again!’
The fairy cocked her head from side to side, her brows furrowed in confusion.
‘You come when you want. This is your magic garden.’
‘No, I can’t,’ Emma went on, ‘I shall be so far away. In another country! This will be my last visit.’
Shaking her head, the fairy kept repeating, ‘My garden. Your garden. Always,’ insistently.

*

Six months in a new country, learning a new language and trying to make new friends had been difficult for Emma. She’d never been popular in school, much more given to writing stories and poems than playing jump rope and hopscotch.
It hadn’t been all bad though. Emma had found one friend who believed in magic as much as Emma herself did, and drew the most amazing pictures. Her parents had also found a lovely house in the country, far from the smog and noise of the apartment in the city where they had lived after moving here.
Exploring the woods behind her new home, Emma gasped as she walked into a little glade surrounded by hollyhocks and roses. With a cry of delight Emma ran toward the sound of running water and flopped down onto her stomach.
Above her reflection she watched in delight as a swarm of fairies fluttered above her, their beautiful faces alight with joy.
A familiar fairy leaped onto her shoulder. The two old friends smiled at each other in the water.
Stroking Emma’s cheek, the fairy giggled happily as her voice sounded in Emma’s head, ‘My garden. Your garden. Always,’ she reached up a tiny hand and tapped Emma’s forehead, ‘Garden goes where little human goes.’

© Alison Pearce 2008

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Written for the current contest being run by Fabulous Flowers. The theme is The Secret Garden

Logan based writer, poet and artist. I seek with the pen and the brush. I think and it rolls out into words or strokes. I believe my writing should paint a picture and that my art should tell a story. I’m an uncomplicated woman in a very complicated way.

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Comments

  • iAN Derrick
    iAN Derrickabout 6 years ago

    Yep I can relate to the Alison…because i believe in fairies….Good one eh!.

  • Me too! Thanks Ian!

    – Alison Pearce

  • tkrosevear
    tkrosevearabout 6 years ago

    Ahhh, this is an amazing faerie story Ali, gave me goosegimples and everything…wait til you see the pic I’m entering ;)

  • Thanks TK! I’ll look forward to seeing your pic! I used the more commonly spelled version of faeries as I put it in art and stories for children as well.

    – Alison Pearce

  • Miri
    Miriabout 6 years ago

    aahh so lovely, fairy stories are the best…sounds like a lovely garden

  • Thanks Bex!

    – Alison Pearce

  • jcmontgomery
    jcmontgomeryabout 6 years ago

    I am fairly new to faeries, and what a wonderful introduction!

  • Thanks JC!!

    – Alison Pearce

  • katpix
    katpixabout 6 years ago

    I love this, great little story.

  • Thank you!

    – Alison Pearce

  • Denise Martin
    Denise Martinabout 6 years ago

    This is a wonderful little story, Alison – I think it would make a great book!
    Denise

  • Thank you so much!

    – Alison Pearce

  • LindaR
    LindaRabout 6 years ago

    this is wonderful magical story ~ full of imagination and faith ~ I can see why we’re giving everyone a hard time ~ it’s two different kinds of garden we’ve painted ~ :) best wishes ~ either way I will celebrate ~ xx

  • Thanks Linda!

    – Alison Pearce

  • leih2008
    leih2008about 6 years ago

    Very nice story! LeiH

  • Thank you!

    – Alison Pearce

  • ©FoxfireGallery / FloorOne Photography
    ©FoxfireGaller...about 6 years ago

    very nice fairy story – beautiful

  • Thank you!

    – Alison Pearce

  • florene welebny
    florene welebnyabout 6 years ago

    loved the story, you get my vote

  • Thank you!!

    – Alison Pearce

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