My Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers’ challenge!
I believe this is it, Marigold thought happily to herself.
She stopped at the outdoor cafe. A delicate string of daisies adorned the brightly coloured door. Rustic wooden tables with matching chairs, inviting you to come and sit; and so she did.
Smiles, laughs and chattering all around, made every stranger want to be a part of this street.
An old woman walked slowly by, cane in one hand, groceries in the other, but not for long, as a young lad tipped his hat and graciously offered to carry her burden.
Yes, this was it, she could feel it. The perfect town with all the ingredients needed for her magic potion.
A handful of goodwill, a basket of joy, a jar of laughter, a bowl of selflessness, with dollops of determination.
Marigold shuffled her wings under her coat, smiled and sighed. If only humans understood the power they held within them. No amount of magic could even come close.