A Fleeing Summer Dream

In case you didn’t know, it’s always, late summer and late afternoon in Fairyland. I can’t believe that in my own dimension of space we’ve already slipped into September. Our summer has been on the cool side but still, I emerged, cautiously, like a cave bear into the sunlight. I finally wrote a little tale…

Summer’s end (The Stolen Child)

a short story: Megan looked over the last  of the Black -eyed Susans glowing in the morning sun. It was time to lock up the summer cottage forever, she thought.  Something happened yesterday that had confirmed all her old fears and misgivings about the place. Some years before she had inherited the little house from…