The Fairy Tree (Selection #2)
By Judith Cullen
(C) 2015
Once outside, Liam
looked around the farm for something to engage his interest. This was all known territory, nothing here that
he had not already explored to the point of painful familiarity. With hardly a moment’s thought he started
down the short path to the road and did not stop to consider which direction to
turn when he reached it. He just turned
any old way, his hands stuffed deep in his jeans pockets, his shoulders sagging
and his head lolling forward like a ragdoll.
After ten
minutes of crankily tramping down the lane he came to a crossroads and his head
came up. He looked at all the possible
directions he could go, and considered what might be the best path. He took a deep breath.
“Okay,” he
admitted to himself, “they were right about going outside.” The fresh, sweet air felt good inhaling and
exhaling. It smelled of things coming to
life and Liam’s spirits began to rise as the energy of the land awakening began
to fill him. He decided to head towards
town. Liam would have been surprised if
there had been a mirror to hand and he had seen himself as he started on his
way. His feet were springing on the
ground as he stepped, his shoulders were back, his head was up, and he was
smiling.
