This is a lovely story, told with a tenderness that matches the delicacy of the feywings. There is love in the air, and it has the aroma of cinnamon. The dialog between the two characters is convincing and we are prepared as readers to share their fantasy.
Though the story is well told, you did neglect to use one of the prompt words: wheelbarrow. Otherwise, a really good job, @kei2
Thank you for sharing this with us.
Thank you so much @theinkwell. It is always a pleasure.
I used the prompt; ‘wheelbarrow’ in this paragraph
Some of the creatures were loading balls of brown dust particles into minute wheelbarrows while others were rolling the wheels forward. They were dispersing the smell of cinnamon in her direction. Liyana held her mouth from falling. She recalled all of Allan’s little made-up stories about the wind.
Is the plural form not accepted?