It is only half past five, but already the lobby feels unusually quiet, with just a handful of people moving about. The lady in suit, jabbing at her mobile phone as she strides towards the exit. The man with his shirt half tucked in and a brown leather bag, looking as though he could
He didn’t ask for this. Why must they be so cruel? The boy looked at the scene before him. The sheep quietly grazing with the gentle breeze as company. Birds singing, leaves rustling. How deceptively peaceful.
Once upon a time, there was a little fairy princess called Isabella. Isabella had many favourite things – her unicorn pillow, her pink shoes, her sprinkled cupcakes. But her most favourite thing was her magic wand.