Fairy Realty

The house was too low to the ground for flying fairies to be comfortable, especially given their fears of terrestrial predators. And yet, it was definitely far too high off the ground for wingless fairies. How was she ever going to sell it? Yet sell it she would. She had to. She needed the commission.

“You can do this, Daffodil Twinkleleaf,” she said as she stared herself down in the mirror. “You can do this because you are smart and talented and determined. You could sell a thesaurus to a Smurf. You are going to make this sale and you are going to earn the Golden Wings and become a member of the Fairy Realtor Ring and move up to that great real estate office in the sky. The one that issues licenses to sell homes on clouds. Think of the commission on a home for giants. All that square footage! You can afford the house of your dreams, and you know how pricey land in dreams is! Everything you ever wanted can be yours, Daffodil! And the first step to all of that is to sell this house.”

The first step to selling an impossible house was to find an impossible buyer. Something that jumped, like a cricket or grasshopper? No, it would be too difficult to leap up and open the door without slamming into it or falling short. A tiny-bodied thing with long, spindly legs perhaps, like Daddy Long Legs? No. Too claustrophobic. They didn’t have much mass, but they loved to spread out. Climbing things? Not likely, since there was that big pocket beneath the door that would make climbing in difficult, and the door was clearly not meant to be entered from the other sides.

She needed help. Unless, she realized, she was the help someone else needed. Of course! She went out onto the FairyWeb and pulled up a listing of fairy support groups until she found just the right one. The Sky’s the Limit, a support group for acrophobic fairies. A whole group of people who would love a beautiful tree home they could fly into, just as long as the door’s not too high off the ground.

- Originally mailed to J.D. in Mississippi