Photo prompt-© Rachel Bierke
She had come to her ancestral house after twenty years. It was in a pathetic condition. She felt a stab in her heart.
She saw the fountain; she vividly recalled the times when she had danced around it; pretending to be a fairy who loved to tease the wizard who lived deep inside the fountain.
“Mama, I have seen this place in my dreams, we come here and there is a wizard who wants me to help him.”
She could not believe what her daughter was saying.
“Is there a wizard in that fountain?”
“Yes, and we will help him.”
A post for Friday Fictioneers on a photo prompt.