Purple Shade He got out of bed and broke his toe. An awful crack on the bed frame. Instant consciousness was achieved, though not by a method hewas likely recommending. Latter in the day, asked of his limping. Started out to say he just got out of bed. It seemed so mundane, yes, almost foolish. So he told of rising right before midnight. Out to a Fairy Ring he’d noticed earlier that day. A white fungus portent, promised of their coming. On his way past the fountain, an egret gave him a wink, as if she’d smile, could she. His attention was taken by a Blanche Crow flying, tempting him to the yard. The bird settled in lightly, on a stout branch of oak. A canopy of mystery, an arbor dark and green. Over the odd white caps, now glowing in the moonlight. He stood by the edge’ waiting for some sign. The crow was silent yet, stared into his eyes. But, he could hear them, a whisper on no wind. A step away from wild, a pace away from dreams, he bowed to the Blanche Crow and proudly made the stride. For a moment he surprised a group of giggling nymphs. Sprites and Fairies frozen, last notes, aquiver in the air. He smelled a thousand scents, his mind awash in color. Questions hung suspended, both of his and theirs. All eyes quickly turning to the ancient king enthroned. A moment things looked dour, then they saw the barest, tiny twinkle in the old man’s eye, but still no breath was drawn. Then his smile broke out, into a roaring laugh that only kings could master. The clan could bare recall a time so long ago that the Blanche Crow decided to offer up a guest. They danced the night away drinking fairy wine while dining on odd delights of which he dared not ask. Feeling then the coming morn, he took a whirlwind spin. Dancing with the princess, the last before dawn’s light. She stomped his toe, broke it, and cast him from their sight. Falling to the grass outside, quickly looked behind him. The Fairy Ring was broken, they’d left him on his own. The bird and him, a creeping sun, he limped slowly cross the lawn. The bird trying not to smirk as he was trying to remember. When he showed his toe and told his fairy tale, no surprise that some believed, the others he told truly. There was one thing all could agree on, as even he had to admit, a lovely shade of purple. black
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