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Fairy Kiss

The queue for the pizza stall was endless; at least that’s how it felt to Ryan. It also wasn’t moving. He had been standing in the same spot for what seemed like hours, as people pushed their way past him, moving down the hill towards the stage. He was hungry. He was hot. And he wanted to be anywhere in the world except at this stupid music festival.

Ryan loved music. The right sort of music. Something that involved loud guitars and t-shirts with skulls on them. When his parents had said they were all going to a festival – Ryan had indulged in exciting fantasies of Glastonbury and bands whose music he tried to coax from his own electric guitar. Instead they dragged him to a Folk Festival to listen to aging hippie bands. With all of his heart, Ryan hoped none of his school friends ever found out. He would just die of embarrassment.

Ryan shuffled forward a few inches as some lucky person in front of him was handed their lunch and moved off into the crowd seated on the hillside. The food queue moved again as a large man with a bright tie-dyed t-shirt and a long grey pony tail pushed apologetically past. That’s when the fairy appeared.

She had long blonde hair and the bluest eyes Ryan had ever seen. Her lips were the colour of rose petals. She smiled and reached out to gently flick Ryan’s hair with her long slim fingers. Ryan blinked and she vanished.

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