When we were kids Grandma told us she kept fairy dust in the jar on the window sill. She said the lid was sealed with magic so only she could open it. We’d stand and stare at it for hours.
Whenever we stayed, she’d sprinkle a little in our warm milk to help us sleep. Once, I fell out of a tree and cut my knee. She rubbed in some fairy dust and it stopped bleeding straight away.
When Grandma died we put her ashes in the jar hoping her fairy dust would bring her back to life.
It didn’t.
MikeJackson©2017
A 100-word story for Friday Fictioneers.
Picture courtesy of Janet Webb.
Mike Jackson 
Sweet, There’s a repeat of the last couple of paragraphs to edit out
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Thanks Neil. My computer is doing some strange things at the moment!
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So not magic fairy dust, just Grandma’s magic caring touch. Nice.
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Thanks for your comments Iain.
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Ah… magic only work on some things.
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Unfortunately so.
Thanks for your comments Bjorn.
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Sad about the grandchild’s disillusionment.
Beautiful tale!
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Many thanks. Glad you enjoyed it.
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Oh, that’s so poignant, Mike! A really heartbreaking ending. Marvelous! Good job!
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Many thanks for your kind words.
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Oh, I think Grandma was truly magic! I do! A wonderful take on the prompt.
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Many thanks Alicia. Glad you enjoyed the story.
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Simply delightful – I’m still smiling!
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Always happy to make someone smile Keith.
Thanks for your comments.
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I loved this neat take.
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Many thanks.
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Such a lovely take on the prompt. Grandma would have liked the place for her ashes, I’m sure.
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Thanks for dropping by. Glad you enjoyed the story.
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It was grandma who was full of magic. And a beautiful nod to how belief can help overcome difficult situations. Well done.
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Grandma’s should always be full of magic.
Thanks for your comments.
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Beautiful coming of age story. Everyone should have a grandma that has a jar of fairy dust.
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You’re so right, everyone should.
Glad you enjoyed the story and thanks for your comments.
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Magic, is all around us, the difficulty is interpreting it. Your story did it well
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Many thanks for your comments Michael.
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Guess the fairy dust only works when it’s grandma that opens the jar.
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It does indeed.
Thanks for dropping by.
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What a lovely story. And a tribute to loving, magic-creating grandmothers everywhere.
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Thanks for your comments Sandra.
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Such a loving wistful tale, brought up short by reality. Well done.
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Many thanks, Sarah Ann.
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Awww…bless their hearts ❤
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Many thanks Dawn.
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Lovely take on the prompt
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Glad you enjoyed it. Thanks for dropping by.
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Ah, the loving care of Grandma and the fairy dust and the disappointment for them at the end. But, of course, fairy dust only works for Grandmas.
Well done!
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…and Grandads, I hope.
Thanks for your comments Sascha.
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