Terrance filled his cup with pixie dust. Carrie went first, the golden dust falling all over her. I stepped forward for my sprinkling, when suddenly-
I turned in time to see a blur of green streaking towards me, before I was sent toppling backwards and crashing into the pool of gold behind me…
There’s a reason they only give you one cup of pixie dust a day – no more, no less. I learnt that the hard way.
This was my entry for Crystal Cutetwinkle’s 2015 Short Story Competition. The entry had a 1000 word limit, so I decided to write an extended version so I could add in some of the information I had to leave out of the original.
Original – Click here to read!
Extended – Coming soon!