I wrote this for the NYC Midnight Microfiction contest. We had to write a 250 word story in 24 hours using the prompts given.
My prompts were:
Genre: Fairy tale or fantasy
Action: Delivering a letter
Word (to be included in story): Parched
Felicity had been travelling for weeks. She was parched but knew that she was near her destination. She was small, even for a fairy, and this journey had taken her to places she had never been. She didn’t often see humans; she spent most of her life in the woodlands, attending to the needs of elves. Here she was, in a city full of people. It was overwhelming, especially considering how humans walked. Their giant, undignified feet stomped around, without a single care as to what they might step on. The elves were much more elegant; their feet danced to the ground. In the city of Alsmel, it was chaos.
161 Farryn Street was the address embedded on the scroll that Felicity was to deliver. It was a human-sized scroll and weighed down like a bag of woodchips. She often carried woodchips for the elves, so they could make beautiful accessories out of them.
Felicity was just a courier and knew nothing of the letter she was delivering. She only knew that delivering it was of the utmost importance. Felicity found the address and used some magic to sound the bell.
A man with a beard opened the door. Judging from his staff, he was a wizard.
“You have a letter?” He asked.
“Yes,” Felicity replied, taking off the scroll wrapped around her. The man knelt down and picked it up.
Felicity could relax, at last – or so she thought. For then, the wizard read the letter.