Fairy Shine: Fantasy

The fairy shine glowed off the tree's upper branches, but Cailid knew better than to look too close. His ma had always warned him to look away from the fairy shine, so he obediently curled up among the large roots of the tree and covered his eyes with his arm. It wasn't a very comfortable bed. He wished that he was home in the cottage, tucked into bed, with his ma singing as she spun thread and his Da chuckling as he whittled out a toy for Cailid's little sister. Cailid sniffled. He was a big man, now, since his da died in the field, hitched to the plow. Big men didn't sniffle.


Inspiration: None.
Story Potential: Medium-high.
Finished Length: Short story?
Notes: Can't decide if he's just lost or if his entire family's dead. Have recently noticed disturbing dark streak in my writing.