“Swat it!” screamed Evie.
Fiona whooshed the fae-swatter through the air and missed. She whooshed again. Another miss. The angry creature darted at her, translucent wings glimmering in the firelight.
Whoosh and whomp! Glitter rained as the faerie hurled across the cave. Evie opened her mouth to scream but swallowed.
Rita Riebel Mitchell writes at home in South Jersey where she lives in the forest and believes in faeries.