The first – a collective of ‘sentimental’ images. The second – a dicky bow … The third – a white feather with a hand-written page, scented with essence of Rosemary then folded between two tea-cups …
She never knew whether any arrived – but she hoped.
It would be awful to learn he’d declined the invitation to wander in valleys full of little green pixies – as though chameleons. With time they’d show their most vivid colours. Cheeky little chappies – the pixie crew. They need trust before they’ll glow in the dark.