About the Author: Cierra Mincher (Creative Writing, Class of 2017) writes all the time when inspiration takes hold, which could be found anywhere and everywhere. She writes short stories, poems, and creative fiction from observances of everyday life.  She is currently enrolled in SVC’s Shires Press Publishing Program to publish her first book through the Northshire

Bookstore in May of 2017. She is hoping to continue on this path of writing and become a famous author someday.

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Forget Me Not

Cierra Mincher

The soft wings of a fairy spread across a plump cheek. The wings fluttered quickly in the air. She left, was gone; out the window into the dark night sky. Her little green dress and blonde hair pulled back in a cute little bobble on the top of her head.

Her features were light and creamy, her nose turned up as if it was elfish. Her eyes were the color of a fresh- grown green grass in the dawnings of spring. I watched as her small hand reached out and touched the child’s cheek, resting her glowing fingers underneath his eye. Her glow radiated on his face, lighting him in the most perfect way.

There was no sound surrounding her, but the dust and glitter that seemed to fall off of her landed onto the boy, disappearing into the soft cotton of his pajamas as he slept. He would never know the visits he received from this fairy of the night.

Though he believed strongly that somebody would come to collect his teeth and another would come to sprinkle sleeping dust over his weary eyes, he would never visibly see the sprite that appeared.

They say that grown human beings stop believing in fairy tales and magic; that they no longer have the capability of seeing these objects when they reach the young age of even thirteen. There is no explanation as to why this happens, but I know.

They do it for protection. Young children are wired to believe anything and everything. Their imagination runs free and they pose no threat to these kind fairies and creatures, the ones that make their dreams vivid and alive.

Each night they visit the child, they appear invisibly until they have sprinkled the beautifully magic dust over the child’s eyes. When their eyelids have finally dropped and soft shallow breaths are escaping through their lips, only then do the fairies light themselves in their glow. They speak softly into the child’s ear for what seems like only a couple of seconds.

They then beat their clear glittered wings and float above the child’s face, close enough to look down on them, letting the glitter float off of them; soaking into the child’s clothes, into their skin, and their dreams.

When children reach the beginnings of adulthood, the fairies back away slowly, visiting less and less often than they had begun when the child was born. The dreams are no longer as vivid to these growing children as they once were; the fairies no longer visit their dreams or sprinkle their dust for a good night’s rest.

The last night that the fairies visit, they continue on the same as any other night, but they know that this time, things will end differently. They will move on to another child that can still receive the magic surrounding them. On this night, the fairy will whisper in the child’s ear, longer than they ever have before. When they begin to float above the child, they take a small bag from them and lay it gently onto the child’s chest, where it absorbs into their skin in a warm glow of sunny light. The light beams from the child in all directions, as it sinks into the child’s heart where they can either keep the love of fairy tales and magic alive, or eradicate it from their heart forever.

The fairy then splays their fingers below the left eye of the child, gently caressing their skin. This motion is an act of forgetting that is put into the child’s mind. There will be less vivid imagery in the dreams and sleep may not come as easily. Fairy tales and magic will be harder to comprehend and believe, all for the sake of protecting the realm of the fae.

Copyright © Cierra Mincher (2016) All Rights Reserved.