I choose Week Nine Enchanted for my FSF Short-Short Flash Fiction
The pathway reminded her of an airstrip tapering a bit in the distance; impossible to see where the lighted walkway ended until walking a bit further.
The lights blinked off and on, fast then slow leading into the enchanted forest; like a pied piper, the lights drew her deeper as she followed the blinking rhythm of the fireflies.
The pathway ended at a dazzling clearing; there the twinkling lights moved to the tree branches above reminding her of Christmas.
The way back now obscured in a thick, dark mist, with the only light in front; when she looked behind fear clouded her mind, but when she gazed upon the lights flying only a few steps away, a sense of calm soothed her.
Whatever had brought her to this place meant her no harm, she was certain; the clearing covered in tiny flowers, and bright, green grass alive with twinkling lights hovering in the air gave the illusion of stringed party lights come alive, with a smile Lizbeth stepped into the fairytale garden.