She rolled her magic dice every morning. The number that it landed on was how her day was destined to turn out. The dice never lied. The dice's number is absolute. For twelve years, this never changed.
Until one day, it did.
This is an endearing short story about an artist girl that wished for the power to see into the near future. The fairy granted her that power in the form of a single die. It is the kind of story that you read in a cozy sweater with a cup of tea and a cat on your lap that leaves you incredibly satisfied after it's over.