Whispers of a Fairy

Bard was there at his usual place, sitting on a large rock at the top of the hill, with a flat stare. As the time passed, the fog cleared; the landscape with the green countryside meeting the grey sea and the houses arranged in a colourful order were now visible. It felt as if a curtain was raised, revealing a window to perpetuity... At least that was how it used to make him feel, but now, only emptiness…

Melissa stood still for a few seconds for the feverish tremble in her heart to subside. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath as she thought of her father. She could have sworn that she could scent his smell in the light breeze from the sea. Overcome by emotion, with the hazy sight of Tobermory’s colourful houses arranged in orderly lines, she thought she had just stepped into a fairy tale.

A magical, beautiful, warm tale... Was it going to have a happy ending?