The Fairies Glade

Action: Walking in the woods
Word: Dog
Word Count: 100

The Fairies Glade

A typical Irish morning, gun-metal gray mist shot a damp chill into my bones, triggering involuntary shivers.

Meandering the nearby wood, I mused about the recent encounter atop Blarney Castle. To kiss The Stone, I lay supine, lowered my head into a crevasse, face upside down, and smooched the slimy surface of the ancient rock.

This bestows the Gift of Eloquence?

I stepped more cautiously. A hush pervaded the tomb of flora and fauna. I imagined the fairies merrily dancing upon a grave.

Not visible, a feral growl pierced my fog. The wild dog lunged.

I couldn’t say a word.

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