Listen my son. Can you hear them? Can you see them?
What’s that you say? There’s nothing there. Oh but there is. Little creatures, call them fairies if you wish. See how they swoop above the water, dash between the plants.
One of them is your mother. They took her to be their queen.
Which one do you think? The one with the purple wings. Yes you’re right. She is the most beautiful.
Wave your arms my love. Wave your arms for your little boy.
I am happy to return to weaving stories in one of my favourite forms – short fiction- and am grateful that rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com continues to run the successful Friday Fictioneers. I have been absent for some time, busy with the publication of my novel Silencio and writing my second full length work.