Swaying green velvet dress just kissing the floor with every step she took her hips moving sideways like a magnetic force was drawing each one in with perfect timing to the rhythm of her heart beat.

She was a fairy type,

a fairy godmother in fact

And an illusionist in fiction.

I met her one summer night after I had waited for hours for my mum to come home.

Back before the days of mobile phones and we didn’t always have a landline which was the case at this time and even if we did we both know my mother wasn’t responsible enough to call.

Finally 8:30 hit and a car pulls into the driveway and two doors slam,I can hear jolly conversation like friends stumbling in after a good night at the pub which is exactly what had happened.

I didn’t mind now that I knew my mum was home and she brought a captivating person with her,I was happy to sit up half the night with them listening to them rehash their memories from the past.

I don’t remember going to bed that night but the next day she took me for a walk and told me she would trust me with her life,no one had ever said that to me before and at 14 I couldn’t help but be drawn in.

So when I see this picture I know she would live here being the fairy that she is.

My fairy godmother in fact,

And a great deal of love and trust in truth.

Leah