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Bones of Fairies Past

The old woman had always been a mystery – shut into her apartment with the funniest little noises. Some neighbors thought her haunted, others insane, but the little girl downstairs knew the truth. Over the years the noises grew less and less frequent until the girl’s 14th birthday when the door was simply open, dust motes sparkling in the sunshine, but not much else inside.

She crept beyond the squeaking hinges and went room by room looking for something, anything to explain the sudden disappearance. About to give up, in despair that the grown ups had thrown away her mystery, she heard a tiny giggle coming from the empty closet. There, back in the corner of the uppermost shelf lay a tiny jar and a note:


Please care for her bones, they are all I had left of her in this world. You cannot pronounce her true name, but she will answer to Violet.

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Taken on January 24, 2011