This flash fiction story is my entry into the Dark Fairy Queen Writerly Bridal Shower – an ebook project in honor of the Dark Fairy Queen’s pending nuptials. I am inspired by a photo taken of a guest at my own wedding, so I’m including the image below.
Title: The Flower Girl
Author: A.K. Anderson
“Wings!” Daffodil’s mom hissed, “tuck them away instantly, there are humans here!”
Daffodil’s apple cheeks flushed red. “They can see my wings. My wings go with my dress,” she crossed her pudgy arms.
“Young lady, do you see anyone here with her wings still out?” Iris swept a hand over the wedding party. The bride sat with her back to Daff, and she could see that her wings looked like part of the intricate lace that flowed down the back of her ivory dress. Maybelle was attaching fresh flowers into Anna’s hair. Maybelle’s short wings were part of a capelet tied around her shoulders. As the Matron of Honor, Iris had used the cascading lace illusion for her wings.
Daffodil didn’t want to hide her wings. They were growing, and it hurt to tuck them down. They were a little itchy, a little sore. She wanted to be able to stretch and flutter them.
“I won’t fly,” she tried to compromise with her mother. “Everyone will think they are a costume. You let me wear them out at the festival this weekend.”
“Everyone was wearing fairy wings at the Renaissance Fair, twitlet,” Iris sighed and motioned to her daughter, “Get those wings out of sight.” The tent flap separating the bride’s party from the rest of the garden shuddered.
The chatter among the fairies silenced as the human mother of the oh-so-human groom walked into the space. Iris floated over to the woman to greet her, offer her refreshment. “All is well?”
“Oh yes,” the woman smiled. Daffodil didn’t know her name, just that she was Uncle Mike’s mom. She had a warm smile, like Uncle Mike did, and sharp eyes. Daffodil watched as the woman surveyed the room, making sure nothing was going to go wrong with her son’s wedding. Daffodil grinned up at her when her gaze reached the flower girl.
“What pretty wings!” the older woman exclaimed. The fairies in the room gasped. Daffodil could feel every pair of eyes boring into her, even Anna had turned to look at her, reproof for not putting her wings away.
Daffodil didn’t flutter. She stood straight and tall. She looked into the woman’s eyes and smiled. “Thank you!” she said, infusing her voice with charm. “My mom says I cannot wear them in the ceremony. We got them at the Renaissance Festival yesterday.” Iris scowled at her lie, but made no move to interrupt.
The human woman smiled broadly, “They match your Flower Girl dress perfectly, don’t they?”
Daffodil nodded. She saw her mother lift a hand to her brow in despair and frustration, “I want to wear them all day.”
The mother of the groom looked at Iris, and smiled, “When they are this age, I say you pick your battles. If the wings make her happy, what does it matter? They’ll be a fun addition to the photos.”
Iris blinked. She wasn’t sure what to say.
“I agree, a little girl should be able to wear her make-believe wings,” Anna said, standing up in the corner, smoothing her lacy gown. “After all, weddings are fairy-princess occasions. They warrant a little magic.”