“She found them at the bottom of the garden, where they’d made a home in the shell of a dried-up fountain. For a long time she watched from the other side of the roses. Hand-high creatures, pastel-skinned. They were playing a game: skipping, fluttering into the air and returning. She could hear their little voices, fey and bell-like, tinkling.”

A short story about a group of salacious pixies who in secret at the bottom of a garden. Published by The Pigeonhole in the collection Fable. Read online here.