Tinkerbell

F.D. Bedford

There was a vicious, almost nasty side to Tinkerbell the fairy. She just had to get involved sometimes - even when she was not invited. The truth was plainly that she was just unhappy.

All of nature seemed to be running out of time to her: not running out of time itself - no, there was plenty of that … it was either running too slow or too fast, and the missteps would come because of this constant misfit.

The young wore the frowns of the old, the elderly behaved like irresponsible youth. The trees grew so fast they could not drop roots to save themselves and were felled by the first whip around of the circulating ethers.

She really did not like lies - particularly the ones perpetuated by those ‘ignorant mortals’ sporting micro smirks and sanctimonious pouts … she found herself just wanting to punish them.

And most of all, beyond everything else, Tinkerbell was overly aggrieved when no one would believe in her.

-Gabriel Brunsdon, Finding Self - Second Guesses- Azlander Series