Whirlwind 2021

Whirlwind
Drift
~Sophia W. Self Portrait
~Lana F.
Anticipation
By Alex H.
The soft ringing of a bell pulled her from the dream
that had only just begun after hours of restless tossing.
Nevertheless, as she sat up to silence the ringing bell,
hopped into her slippers and pulled on her robe, she felt
a jolt of excitement fly throughout her body. Walking out
of her room, she passed though the cozy living room and
kitchen and retrieved some wood from the stack outside
and stuffed it into the stove. Then, she quickly made some
oatmeal and devoured her breakfast.
The sun shone with a consistent brightness that had
assisted the seeds forward and out of the ground and into
the flowers that rested silently on the hill just outside of the
cottage. Olive joined the flowers outside, soaking up the
sunshine as she walked on a small beaten down path, dew,
coating her boots. Olive walked up the hill and into a small
grove as she continued to follow the path.
In the forest, the trees grew slanted and winding for no
particular reason. The ground was littered with vines and
flowers of all different colors, spanning from light pinks to
deep reds. Olive continued on walking until suddenly the
forest surrounding her became silent. Not a single worm
wriggled or bird chirped. She carefully avoided twigs and
continued only a few paces before reaching a cluster of
rocks.
She set her bag down. Then, carefully unzipping it, she
spread out a handkerchief. It was embroidered with flowers
that twisted and turned with deep pinks and light pastels.
Inside the handkerchief was a blueberry muffin. Olive had
read in a book that the best way to catch a fairy was to do
as such. Then, following the directions she had previously
memorized, she sprinkled glitter around the muffin,
retreated back to the rocks and layed down. She waited,
every inch of her tense with anticipation. She scanned the
branches of trees and the twigs on the ground.
Then, a flutter and whirring of wings caught her
attention.
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