Flash Fiction: The Darling Shoes

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PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot for Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneers. Other stories featuring the prompt can be found here.

The children turned out the light and waited under their covers, their shoes ready. Peter Pan always came… when good and ready. His time. 

Tap-tap. John opened the window as Michael and Wendy grabbed their shoes.

“This is for the psycho pirate —”

Peter dodged the projectiles. 

“Getting us kidnapped. Nearly blown up, eaten by a crocodile.” 

Smack. Peter took the hint and left. 

The Darling shoes dangled on a pole outside their window. Their parents were going to go ape. Shoes didn’t grow on trees any more than horses became wishes. 

Only one option — fairy dust. John sprinkled himself and ran towards the window.

“Happy thoughts, John! Happy thoughts —”

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