The Gateway
Cindy followed the path until she came to some old steps. She remembered Grandma saying that beyond the steps was a gateway to Faerie. Cindy had always thought Grandma was slightly crazy, but now she wasn’t so sure…
She went up them and saw a haze in the air. Walking through it, she came to a place she had never seen before. Everything there seemed more green and vibrant.
“You look like Rose, but you’re not her.” said a voice.
Cindy looked down to see a small squat figure with a long white beard smoking a pipe.
“Rose was my grandma. She died a while ago now.”
“I’m so sorry to hear that. I really enjoyed talking with her.” He said.
“Hi, I’m Cindy.”
“Hello, my name in Babradon the Third.” He said standing up and bowing. He was half Cindy’s height.
Just wait till Jess sees this, thought Cindy.
Joanne Fisher
Word count: 150
Oops after I wrote it I realised Cindy just blurted her name out, not something you’re really meant to do in Faerie. Though I think Babradon took it as a sign of trust…
This was written with the photo prompt provided by Crimson’s Creative Challenge #40.
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©Joanne Fisher, 2019.
joanne the geek 
I can see the wee fellow Babradon. But yea, not good form to give your name. That’s why we have nicknames. Names we can give Old Nick (and other pesky demons) to speak truth while still guarding our true name.
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A gnome? A halfling? If halfling, they better take a second breakfast!
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He was meant to be a gnome.
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That’s legit.
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You wrote this very well. I enjoyed your telling of your tale, lovely flowing language.
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Thank you.
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