You walk outside one evening, about a month after you’ve moved into your new house, and something shiny under a bush catches your eye. You lean down in the gloaming and pull up…this guy, face-planted in the dirt.
Yeah, nothing creepy ’bout that, right?
So I’m offering a prize, free copy of either my book on fostercare FALL OR FLY or some Celtic music CD (we have some good ones lying around) for the best short story explaining why the elf was there. 500-word limit, no minimum. Send your stories to firstname.lastname@example.org. Deadline is next Sunday, Feb. 24.
Winning story as judged by me will be published via this blog weekend after next. Have fun!