Copyright – Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
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She was the size of two dragonflies and glowed like hot magnesium, so bright that Josie could never look straight at her. At night, Josie would hear things that nobody else could: The flutter of wings, tiny footsteps on her pillow, and the hum of magic. The fairy didn’t speak but she patiently listened to Josie’s tales of anguish. Occasionally, she would bring Josie trinkets and trophies from an imagined fairyland, which Josie would play with in secret.
When other children in the orphanage complained that their possessions were going missing, Josie wasn’t worried. The fairy would protect her treasure.
To Be A Magician 