Following the sounds of drum and fiddle, I tiptoed down the stairs, unobtrusive as a shadow into my back yard.
They cavorted and capered in the moonbeam, flickers of color and movement. Tiny people, translucent dresses and just the hint of rapidly beating wings on the females and the jolly little men in verdant square-cut coats and jauntily cocked hats. Passing hand to hand in a ring to a joyous and unearthly reel.
Some noise alerted them. The music ceased abruptly. The last of them vanished through a gap in the fence.
Only the circle of toadstools was left.
In response to this week’s Friday Fictioneers prompt:
ParkInkSpot 
To me, this seems the most obvious direction to go, from that image. Maybe it’s just the way my mind works, fairy tales are so natural to me.
More of a vignette than a story, I suppose. But that’s just me, Exposition Man.
I really like this – definitely my type of story. 🙂
I never would have guessed.
Love it!
Aw, thanks!
Loved the title and the tale!
Well, thanks!
quite fanciful
Wasn’t exactly shooting for realism, so I guess ‘fanciful’ is a good thing 😛
Wonderful to be woken up by something like that. Did they leave any silver behind?
Isn’t silver a Goblin thing?
I loved the story. 🙂
I loved writing it (and thanks!)