Sweetheart, what did you bury in the garden?
Welcome to Wednesday’s flash fiction wherein I write as part of a group based on the same short prompt and post them. Here’s my contribution.

My husband paused washing the dishes, his gaze drawn out the window. “Sweetheart, what did you bury in the garden?”

“Trying to trick me into helping? I won the bet fairly, dear.” Moving from the counter, my hand went for his shoulder as I tried to peer through the too high window.

Tiny globules of light zigged through the yard in the drunken dance of the young. One could argue they were circling equally frozen mushrooms. “Huh, the fairy circle sprouted after the frost.”

Tiny pellets plastered the window blocking the view. Great, frozen pixie dust. The windows were doomed.

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