Here's a little Saturday Five Sentence Fiction inspiration. Lille McFerrin's prompt word is "Faeries."
"I know there's bad things in the world," she stared straight ahead at the coral sunset behind the wheat field, not daring to look in his eyes. "I don't need to experiment or experience them; I choose to remain innocent, I choose how I view the world. I choose to see faeries, not lightening bugs."
Her highcheeks bones, prominent nose and plain brown hair softened and glowed in the fading light. His bruised heart beat cautiously, as if he too might believe faeries--at least in the one next to him.