Visual Dare 61 :: Festival
“It’s too hard. I can’t. I’m scared,” I looked at her pleadingly, desperate for her to protect me from rapidly impending adulthood.
“You CAN do it. Everyone feels like this, but I know you can do this.” Her eyes twinkled as she reached into the basket slung over her arm. Something behind her fluttered, but my attention was pulled to her now-outstretched hand. I let a finger run down the side of the glowing orb she was offering me.
“Take it. Keep it close. It holds the most important secret of growing up.” She dropped it in my upturned palm, and my fingers closed around it.
“Secret? What secret could possibly make this easier?”
“You are good enough. You are loved.” With a wink, she was gone, leaving behind a ball of fairy dust and the hope that I might be able to do this after all.