Imperative Evidence of Fairy Work

“I heard the rustling. Then the laughter.
Turning, looking, - nothing after.
Day became night, then morning arrived
A delicate chair had been contrived.
I turned. I looked. I found my smirk.
This is imperative evidence of fairy work.”
-V. North
　
Mrs. O’Malley was the craziest old woman Officer Henry had ever seen. She called him to her house because the neighbor’s cat had come into her yard. She said that cat was bothering the fairies and she wasn’t going to stand for it!

She said that she was going to die on Saturday and needed to know nothing would be bothering her fairies in the future.

Officer Henry was stunned and asked her how she knew that she was going to die. Mrs. O’Malley said the fairies told her. They knew these things and he shouldn’t worry about it. It was her time and the fairies would take care of her.

Then Mrs. O’Malley asked the Officer if he wanted to meet her fairies. He obliged the daft old woman and followed her into her house.

She presented a large curio case filled with ceramic and glass fairies. “Here they are. All my beautiful fairies. I‘ll tell them you‘re going to keep that darn cat away!”

The officer realized she was most certainly senile but examined her collection and kindly complemented her fairies. On the top shelf set a small chair made of twigs, incongruous in the collection. The officer asked her about the chair.

“Oh, the fairies made that little chair for me,” said Mrs. O’Malley.

The officer smiled at her and said he would speak to the neighbor about the cat and went on his way and back to the real job of fighting crime.

When Saturday arrived, the old woman's claims of her death were ever present in his mind. Officer Henry thought he’d stop by just to make sure Mrs. O’Malley and her fairies were okay.

As he approached the house he saw a huge mound of freshly piled soil looking much like a grave. Leaves and flowers laced the edges. He ran to the house and banged on the doors calling Mrs. O’Malley. The house was locked and nothing seemed out of order. He returned to the grave and saw a small stone placed top and middle. It was etched with words so small he could barely read it but there it was:

Here rests our dear friend Mrs. O’Malley. She was a good woman.
P.S.
Officer Henry,
Mrs. O’Malley said you promised to keep that cat out of the yard. Thanks.

Vikki
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People frequently ask where my ideas come from. There’s a little old elderly lady that I stop by and see on occasion of my walks. She was my stimulus for Mrs. O’Malley and the Fairies.

My painting is 16”x 20”, acrylic on a stretched canvas. It’s called ‘Fairy Chair” and can be purchased through my gallery.The original is $450. 12”x16” Heavyweight paper prints can be purchased for $69 (+ S&H).
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