There was a little contest today for a flash fiction story about this picture. So I wrote one. Hope you enjoy it. If you do, you can vote for me by adding a +1 to it.
“Ha, ha, Dinah, I knew we could do it,” the little fairy said, leaning back in her saddle and tapping Dinah’s sides with her heels.
Dinah mewed, unmoving. It really didn’t matter if the commands came from fae or humans, cats rarely listened to anyone unless they wanted to.
“I can’t believe she fell for it,” the fairy said. “I mean really, chasing rabbits in the glade. She’s seven, isn’t she? That’s ancient in human years.”
She leaned back, watching a dragonfly buzz by over head, a smile widening across her face.
A frown furrowed her little brow. “You don’t think Chez would ruin it, do you? I mean, it’s so perfect, a human child in the fairy hill. We can torment her for ages. But you know Chez, she likes to meddle. “
She leaned forward, scratching the kitten between the ears. “No, she couldn’t possibly do that. I mean, the last time she interfered in someone’s mischief it started a war. We couldn’t leave the under-hill for a century. The humans forgot we existed. Surely she wouldn’t do that again.”
Dinah mewed, leaning into the scratch.
“Well, well, well. What have we here?”
The fairy looked up to see a perfect set of white teeth floating above a branch. From around the teeth a fairy materialized, her wings flickering in a purple glow.
“Oh, Chez, I was just thinking about you.”
“Red, I knew you wouldn’t waste any time getting out of the under-hill.”
“It’s a beautiful day,” Red said, laying back on Dinah. “The sun is shining, and the flowers are singing. Of course I’m out here enjoying it.”
Chez leaned against the tree trunk. “And the little girl?”
“Which little girl?” Red said, blinking big eyes up at her innocently.
“So many to choose from, it’s a pity you have so little time to play with them.”
“Exactly!” Red said, snapping up to attention. “I’m glad you understand.”
“Hmmm… You know, it’s been a very long time since I’ve been a cat,” Chez said, her shape fuzzing. “I think I might like to be a cat again.”
Chez’s shape changed around her perfectly grinning teeth, shifting into the form of a cat with purple stripes.
“A Cheshire cat?”
“But of course. We all need to be something, don’t we? Why not a cat?”
“Why not indeed. What are you up to, Chez?”
“Oh, about the height of a tree branch,” she said. Her tail started unraveling into thin air. “But that will soon be rectified,” she said as her body faded. “I’ve something to attend to within the hill.”
The grin grinned down at Red, then blinked out of existence.
“She would!” Red cried, and blinked back into the fairy hill.