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Thomas & Bobo.
I think that people
who cant believe in fairies arent
worth knowing. Tori Amos.
A mysterious object has
been seen flying through the air by onlookers
shocked at what they were witnessing. At
first it was dismissed as being a large bird
but after a chance encounter with a young boy
and a lucky photograph taken from a distance,
people came to realise this was certainly no
bird. With the body of a child and wings of a
butterfly people began to add their own
interpretation of what was being seen and it
was concluded that she could only possibly be
one thing, a fairy. Told through her own eyes,
which at times look upon the world with a
na´ve innocent view, these stories explore
myth of fairies as well as adding an extra
dimension as to their origins.
1942 felt bitterly cold as the easterly wind blew and
the rain poured down tapping against the market roof
seeping through the cracks between the slates. All
the lead that once protected the roof against the
elements had been removed long ago to help with the
war effort while the market below was no longer in
use. It was essentially an empty building just used
for general storage, and it was a shame to see it in
such a state. Built in 1268 it once was the pride of
the town attracting people from miles around selling
local produce all under one roof.
Mr Potter the man on the fish stall, he sold fresh
fish daily except for Mondays. He always wore a
pristine black suit, a bowler hat and a striped apron,
not the usual attire for a fishmonger perhaps but his
eccentricity was part of the appeal that attracted
people to his stall.
remembered Dorothy who sold knitting supplies such as
balls of wool, knitting needles, cotton reels, etc.
She spent more time knitting than actually selling
anything and I suspected she used more wool than she
actually sold. She was a sweet kind old lady and
always greeted everyone with a warm smile.
I missed those
days and was looking forward to the market re-opening.
The war had dragged on for far longer than anyone
anticipated and the market was vulnerable from air
attack from the Luftwaffe aiming for the munitions
factory further in town. In fact every large building
was targeted whether it was a threat or not and I
wondered why so many people were willing to risk
their lives to defend what was essentially an empty
A voice yelled out from below, Keep an eye on
what youre doing!
Veronique reminding me to pay attention, I did have a
tendency to drift off into thought while bored. I
gripped the rope tightly with both hands then looked
down at her below.
I was standing
on the very top of a complicated set of scaffolding
attached to the inner wall of the market while
helping with the evacuation of the statues that lined
the edge around the main entrance. It was a strange
location for them to be because most people never got
to see them until they were leaving. Such beautiful
statues should have been placed further up at the
back of the market but it wasnt my decision. It
made little difference anyway because they were being
removed to protect them from damage.
swing it! Another voice yelled out below.
I looked over
the edge of the scaffold, whoever had yelled wasnt
talking to me. There were around ten men below, as
well as Veronique, assisting with the removal of the
statues. It wasnt a task that could be hurried
as each one had to be carefully wrapped then lowered
into the back of a truck. They were quite a weight
and had to be removed one at a time. The rain was
complicating the situation further making it
dangerous as the water seeped through the roof onto
the scaffold. We had to take a lot of care, just one
slip would mean a thirty foot fall onto concrete.
seemed more concerned about the statues than anything
else and was determined to remove every single one to
a place of safety that very evening. There was no
time for that, it was at least a two day job.
careful with him, Veronique said slowly as one
of the three wise monkey statues was placed onto the
back of the truck.
climbed onto the back attempting to push it further
into position but it weighed far too much for her to
even budge it slightly. Once she realised she was
making no difference she jumped back down from the
back of the truck then started licking the side of
her hand, she must have cut herself. Her black
leather trousers and rough brown leather jacket were
filthy but she didnt appear to care.
back slightly, she said quite breathless,
Its not in a safe position.
Even high up
on the scaffolding I could see her curly hair was
covered with sweat. She leant against the wall while
some of the men continued jiggling with the rope, no
doubt the flaky paint of the damp wall would ruin her
jacket even further.
start the van, one of the men said.
wait! Yelled another.
A tall man,
with a fluffy moustache and a cigarette hanging from
his mouth, climbed onto the back pushing the statue
in position while the rest of the men pulled against
the rope raising it slightly. The truck then started
while two men ran over to the large market doors
opening them and letting the truck pass by. A huge
waft of colder air filled the already cold market
giving me a chill, I shook myself for warmth while
still steadying the rope. In fact I wasnt even
sure what the rope was attached to but knew I had to
keep hold of it.
Veronique stared up at me, while she got her breath
back, giving me one of those comforting smiles that
parents would give to a child. Her facial expression
changed however as the air-raid siren sounded.
leave! A very deep male voice yelled out.
let go of the rope and took a step back while trying
to keep a clear mind and not panic. There was a lot
of noise below and shouting as everyone started
The next thing
I remembered was the roof collapsing taking the
scaffold and me with it. The fall to the ground
seemed to be in slow motion while I waited the
inevitable with the concrete floor growing ever
closer. It wasnt until after I actually hit the
ground and had the roof fall on top of me that I
heard the awfully loud explosion echo throughout the
walls and blasting the huge market doors from their
hinges. The bomb wasnt even dropped on the
market, it had missed its target and landed in the
courtyard, it was purely the shockwave that had
caused the damage.
My ears were
ringing covering the sounds of the air-raid siren and
people screaming. I was surprised I was still alive
but knew that others may not have been so fortunate.
My face was hurting as well as my right foot. I knew
the best course of action was to not attempt to move
and wait to be rescued but was worried more of the
roof could come down on top of me.
I could see
headlights ahead of me as a vehicle pulled up next to
the entrance. The blurry images of two people came
out rushing into the market. They didnt appear
to notice me and ran past beyond my view, no doubt
treating more casualties.
period of time, minutes or hours I wasnt sure,
I felt some of the slates and beams of the collapsed
roof started to get lifted from me. As I looked up I
saw Veronique, her face completely black with dust as
well as blood entangled in her hair. She was talking
but I still couldnt hear anything above the
ringing in my ears. A medic was with her holding her
arm attempting to lead her out of the market to an
awaiting ambulance while she argued with him pleading
to help me.
extreme state of exhaustion and a feeling of
dizziness I drifted into unconsciousness.
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