Etoile urgently traced a pattern of stays and sheets with her willowy hand. The indentured firefly was bound to her index finger being made one with the artist and her masterpiece. She outlined the rigging of the great frigate, bringing it alive with sparks of luminescence, creating a mirage that appeared to sway against the rough sea.
The mural would cost Etoile dearly, for the tiny gossamer fairy had bartered with the moon and coerced the wind, risking the currency of her soul in order to raise the life-sized ship from the thin night air. With a finishing touch she spun the sounds of clanking halyards and the snap of sails.
“Let the gutter sprite top that,” she threw down a challenge vowing to win this year’s top prize at the Annual Fae Arts Festival. Careless to a fault, her debts would come due, but she refused to accept a hundredth defeat at this her last competition.
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For more Sunday Photo Fiction go here. The challenge is to write flash fiction limited to 200 words using the photo prompt. I couldn’t get the firefly and the fairy out of my head after seeing the prompt, nor can I color in the lines.
What's for dinner, Doc? 
I really liked the use of language in this. You managed to conjure up something truly otherworldly.
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Thank you. I found this challenge through your website while I was stalking you. ha ha
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That’s how I find most of the things I post on, so feel free to keep it up.
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Awesome! I agree, you did write something “otherworldly.” It was wonderfully written! You have an amazing way with words.
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Joy,
You are always so kind with your praise. Thank you.
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You writing is worth my praise and more!
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Wonderful use of language here. Great take on the picture.
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Thanks Francesca. I’m glad you liked it.
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