Offering

"What's she doing?" he asked covertly. "Cutting up a Clorox wipe into tiny squares so that the fairies can disinfect their homes and stay safe," she replied, smiling. "Stop it," he said then, taking his wife in his arms. "You're killing me." "Probably by the end of quarantine, yes," she laughed. Little Julie ignored them, worried that the squares were still too big. It had taken her forever to make the Kleenex face masks, and it distressed Julie that her best effort was just a wild punt (having never actually seen a fairy before). "It'll have to do," she sighed, writing a note to explain. At true midnight, two rosebush fae flitted from the shadows to look over the offering. "She doesn't know we're immortal," one whispered. "But she's taking no chances," the other responded, deeply moved. It flew to Julie's window and looked in on her as she slept. "We will protect this house," it said, gathering everything up (thinking the bollywogs might be able to use it), and the other nodded enthusiastically.