With each step along the stone path, the
heady fragrance of magnolia filled the air
beckoning her on to the magical fairy
garden. The scent was intoxicating, a
mixture of nature and romance and passion.
She left a trail of unnecessary clothing
strewn along the path. You can only dance
with the fairies when skyclad.
It’s time for G-Man’s Friday Flash 55, a story in exactly 55 words.