Darrow Brook Fairies
How I met the Darbries:
Part Six
Part Six
“Darbrie find it” she said, and dangling from her necklace was Daisy’s tag. Can I have it back? I asked. I felt weird like I was talking to myself. This was a dream or a hallucination, that I was sure of that, but she was so pretty and so naked that I struggled to stay in this dreamlike state. “You take” she said and arched her back thrusting out her chest in an effort to present me the tag. It slipped right off the necklace, but I took a second to touch between her breasts with the back of my finger. Just to see if she was real. “Man touch Darbrie”, she noted, “If I want”. And with that, poof, she was off. I saw her tiny bottom, much clearer this time even though it was still just a blur.
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To everyone else: Sorry about that. The people that don’t believe exist and they cause conflict. After seeing the absence of conflict in the Darbries, I really have no tolerance for that kind of person. Now you, on the other hand, are either a person that can believe these fairies exist, or you don’t believe, but your curiosity is peeked, or, you want to read on as you want to believe these unlikely things are possible.
Let's continue without the conflict.
