AWAY WITH the fairies
Nov 26, 2019
3 minutes
Words: Jacqui Deevoy
Trailing after Nan round the supermarket, I watched, bored, as she put packets of cornflakes and tins of beans into the trolley. It was 1987 and I was five.
Suddenly, Nan turned and smiled at me.
‘See that baby?’ she whispered, pointing at an infant that was being pushed by its mum in a buggy. It was waving its little fists about, its big eyes seeming to follow something only it could see, and gurgling happily. ‘You know what it’s looking at, Sarah? A fairy!’
‘Really?’ I gasped, perking up. This was fascinating!
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