Mommy had told me not to go back to the stream, but how could I resist? Now, all wrapped up in a thick coat, a scarf wrapped tightly around my neck and mittens on my hands, I stood at the edge of the tinkling water hoping to see her again. It had not being my fault earlier today when I’d fallen into the stream.
“I promise Mommy, I saw her, I saw her!” I had protested as she had stripped me of my wet clothes.
But I know what I saw and I know I’m wasn't mistaken.
The little dancing fairy had been skip skip skipping across the stream. Her little butterfly feet barely touching the water. Her green dragonfly wings buzzing and I’m sure she was laughing. Laughing at me.
But what was so funny and was that singing I could hear? It had not being my fault I wanted to get closer and touch her little body, to gently lift her in my hand. Little firefly lights twinkling all around me, almost like a dream. But I knew she wasn’t a dream, this beautiful green winged fairy that appeared to be laughing at me.
And then, Splash! And all was gone. The green fairy dancer and the fireflies instantly disappeared. There was nothing but me, dripping wet and spluttering and Mommy shouting and running over, enquiring if I was ok.
I know now that I will come back here, as many times as I must, long after I’ve grown up and am as old as Mommy. And maybe one day I will see her again, the dancing fairy, skipping over the water and laughing at me.