Jars of lights filled the Big Top. Hanging from the ceiling, they were an illusion in themselves: no wires, no batteries.
The noise from the Ringmaster was too loud; no one heard the knocking.
If anyone looked closer—as close as they could—they’d see small, tearful faces peering down.
Ellie is a twenty-year-old student who still believes in magic.
Your story ,”Fairy Lights”, LIKE !!!!
Thanks, JT!
This is a great story!
Thank you, Guy!
How beautifully written ..congrats