The Youth Fairy (HTML excerpt)
 
Youth is wasted on the young. It’s a cliché, but it’s true. The young little value what they have and cannot be rid of it fast enough. What they want most of all is to be all grown up. But let them survive to lay hands on that brass ring, they will spend the rest of their lives regretting their haste. Their treasure was always slipping through their fingers drip by drop, second by unstoppable second. There was no need to throw it away prematurely.

Still, who am I to tell a child no? I take what I am offered. And when they are older and pine for what they’ve lost, I sell it back to them.

Not to everyone, of course; I can’t be everywhere at once, and even if I could, I haven’t enough supply to make every would-be customer happy. I am drawn only by the greatest need, and only to those willing and able to pay.

Thus I find myself in the opera house listening to an aging soprano perform her famous aria….
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This has been an excerpt from the Friday Fictionette for December 15, 2017. Subscribers can download the full-length fictionette (1022 words) from Patreon as an ebook or audiobook depending on their pledge tier.

Cover art incorporates public domain image sourced from pxhere.com.