Your True Tales
July 2004 – Page 5

The Fairy and the Glove
by Sasha Glass

My boyfriend and I went to visit Minnesota. His dad's grandparents live there, so they agreed on letting us stay with them during our visit. I thought it was completely beautiful when I got there. I had never seen so many trees and flowers in bloom at once. I'm from Indiana and Indiana sure doesn't look like this!, I thought.

We had been there for about three days, and for those three days my boyfriend and I would go fishing, take walks in the woods, do some hiking, and just have a relaxing time. I have believed in fairies for most of my life and until this trip I had never seen one. Loving fairies the way I do, I know a lot about their customs and rituals – what they like and don't like.

To me, Minnesota looked just like what I had imagined a fairy home to be. Just for the sake of it, I brought with me some thyme and rosemary on the fourth day of my walk in the woods with my boyfriend. He was completely skeptical about my idea, but let me continue on his knowledge of my passion for one day seeing a fairy. It was becoming dimmer outside and I could only really see the silhouettes of everything outside. I placed the thyme and rosemary in a small fire I had built. I picked a location in an open area of the woods where there were psychopsilocybin (mushroom/toadstools) growing in a enormous circle, outlining this open area in the woods.

I waited.... I saw nothing.

I was disappointed but still had drive to want to see one of these beautiful, mystical creatures. But I thought to myself that maybe they knew what I was doing all along, and they were shy and uncertain. So I decided that I would back off. I quit looking for them in Minnesota. The rest of our trip went on, and my boyfriend and I had a wonderful time hiking, canoeing, and fishing.

The end of our trip had come. We both had to be to work the next day. We packed up our things in order to get ready to leave the next morning. My boyfriend and his great grandparents had gone to sleep and I decided to stay outside on the deck humming a tune in front of the fire we all had built and cooked dinner over. As the fire died down and I was still humming an Irish bedtime tune that my mother would always sing to me, a little flicker of sudden bright light danced off in the distance. It came closer and I heard it hum the same tune that I was humming minutes before! Suddenly it disappeared and I got up slowly to inspect the ground on which it pranced – and I saw a glove. My glove!

I had lost it that night in the woods trying to explore an encounter with these fairies! I was so excited I burst in the door to tell my boyfriend! I will never forget that little flickering light, that brought my glove back or that beautiful voice that hummed just like my mother had.

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