An Oasis
... stars a citrine light flashed before her. In disbelief she gazed, only to see that nothing lay ahead. She stood pondering for a moment, when all of a sudden something caught her eye. It flickered and danced in the colourless snow. Abigail cautiously approached the glistening object and picked it up. What had caught her eyes merely seconds before was nothing more than just a pen. She was dissatisfied, with her findings since she had no use for the pen considering how she didn’t have enough food, but paper to write on. Yet, for some peculiar reason, there was something about the pen that attracted her to it. From a distance it glittered in the snow, yet up close it bear resemblance of an ordinary pen. Spontaneously, a burst of light exploded from within, lighting up the area. From inside the pen a petite fairy emerged by the name of Fleuretta. She was gorgeous. Her hair fell upon her shoulders in ringlets and her eyes twinkled a lovely shade of emerald. Her skin radiated and she spoke kindly. “W-wwho are you?” whispered Abigail. Giggling she replied, “I’m Fleuretta, and I presume yooour Abigail?” Shocked and terrified of the little creature she ran home and jumped into her cot, forgetting that she had found no food for her starving brother. Early the next morning, her brother pranced on her screaming; “ Look Abby, look! “Ugh, what is it Miguel?” At that instant her eye’s almost popped out of her head. She looked around mesmerized at what she saw, but couldn’t believe it. The dark, cold and dingy room she had fallen asleep in the night before was filled with food! It looked like a feast fit for a king. There were crumpets and tea to bacon and ham, mashed potatoes with gravy and turkey. There were apples, plums, strawberries and cherries and a bountiful assortment of desserts from brownies, tarts and éclairs. What was more was that the windows to the shed were draped with the finest velvet curtains, and were once stood her wobbly wooden table there was a table made of gold. The chairs surrounding the table were a deep cherry color, cushioned with cashmere and the table was lit with candles, which had been carefully placed in a crystal candelabrum. “Who could have done this?” she thought to herself. Surely it wasn’t her aunt; for she could never afford such extravagant things and if she could never in a million years would she treat them with such kindness. Then for no reason, she remembered what had happened last night and how Fleuretta magically appeared from within a pen. At that instant, Fleuretta appeared from thin air. Miguel saw this and hid behind her sister. But, this time Abigail was not frightened, on the contrary she was relieved at seeing her. Just then her aunt came rushing through the door and Fleuretta disappeared. The site of what she saw outraged her. At once she accused them of stealing. She grabbed all she could off the table and barged away, as she slammed the door behind her she yelled; “I’ll be back for the rest of it, and say your prayers for they will be your last.” As the door slammed behind her Fle...