Short Story

“Bridie’s Well”

Dick! Dick! There’s a fairy at the well, and she spoke to me!’ Dickon Farlow glanced at his sister doubtfully and carried on trudging up the long path through Bluebell Wood. He balanced two buckets over his forearms and stopped to catch his breath ‘Tamsin, enough of your stories, I’ve just come from there and I didn’t see any fairy!’ A pair of eyes glared at him angry that he did not believe her revelation. ‘Well Dickon Christopher Farlow, what does a fairy look like, then?’ she scowled, her arms akimbo. He returned her fierce stare and pondered on the perfectly logical...

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“The Rocking Horse Man”

‘When I was six... a man gave me a Rocking Horse. He had cold hands’. Simon put his arm around his brother’s shoulder. He noticed that he trembled and his teeth chattered so that the words came out in gulps. ‘Who gave you the rocking horse, Laurie?’ Laurence smiled past Simon’s head waiting for somebody to appear. ‘When I was six, he gave me a rocking horse...  I was only little’. Simon squeezed Laurence’s hand to reassure him . ‘He gave me cold hands’, intoned Laurence, ‘cold hands’. Simon felt awkward and didn’t know how to react to Laurence’s...

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