They reached a clearing where a ray of sun penetrated the gloom, illuminating a square of dark green moss. The two elves grinned with pleasure, turning their pointed chins upwards and drinking in the warmth and light. Nestled in the roots of the nearest tree lay a red box. It was so out of place there that the two elves gasped and scuttled over to investigate. They ran their bony little fingers over the surface of the box, wanting to lift the lid, both tiny hearts fluttering in giddy anticipation.
‘You do it!’
‘No, you do it!’
Slowly, both lifted the lid gently.
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Love this one 🙂 There's something so utterly endearing about elves (even the mischievous ones!) An inspired take on the prompt. Totally delightful x
'The two elves grinned with pleasure, turning their pointed chins upwards and drinking in the warmth and light.' This is exquisite. I turn my face to the light and warmth. I love the way you wrote this 'They ran their bony little fingers over the surface of the box, wanting to lift the lid, both tiny hearts fluttering in giddy anticipation.' I want to read and reread this piece. Thank you Lynda x
Thank you for your lovely comments.
Loved this one, two grinning elves x
This is really different to your usual style, but I loved it. I can really picture the look of glee on their faces.
Oh, and you leave us hanging! Will it be a good surprise, or a not so good one? Interesting glimpse into an elven world, and curiosity held.-Judee from write tuit