The Fairy Sword | Laura Madeline Wiseman

The fairies insist I seize their sword. I don’t own a sword. My family wasn’t the sword keeping type, none belted at a hip, none crisscross on the wall, none lifted in war. My family lived on the wrong side of town, ran around with the wrong kind of crowd, held the wrong kinds of jobs, but taught right from wrong—no swords, no guns, no knives, stay away from the hard drugs. As a teen, I friended a girl with long blonde hair, an attic bedroom, and a knife named Tamara. Continue reading “The Fairy Sword | Laura Madeline Wiseman”