Insubstantial

Gossamer Dome by Steve Jurvetson

Full silver moonlight weakens boundaries, doubly so on All Hallow’s Eve. Faerie walls made from butterfly sighs and cricket whispers cemented together with dew-damp mushroom gills bar passage by bound mortal souls. Except, perhaps, tonight.

Dawn stains the east as Queen Mab finally retires. Time grows short as I hear opportunity’s window sliding closed. My indistinct hand reaches the invisible wall, morning fog fingers pressing against imagined creatures’ dreams.

Reflections of heat lightning throw me back into the faerie ring; distant thunder echoes this year's slamming window. I rush back before I’m missed, doomed to serve, hoping until next Halloween...

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The previous 100 words were sparked by Kevin Kulp via a writing prompt I happened to see on Facebook this morning: Write a 100 word (exactly) short story using the word or concept "insubstantial".

I'm happy to have written something today. Thanks for the prompt, Kevin!


Image Credit: "Gossamer Dome" By Steve Jurvetson from Menlo Park, USA (Gossamer Dome  Uploaded by JohnnyMrNinja). Licensed CC BY 2.0, via Wikimedia Commons.