Photo credit: Brenna Duncan, 2024

Curl your fingers around my hand and let me lead you away from this world of strife and care. Don’t worry about what you leave behind for I will put one of my changelings in your place to go to work and pay the bills. Nobody shall know that you are dancing naked around fairy fires in woodland glades. We will feast on salted mushrooms and the sweetest of berries and drink the nectar of forgetfulness. Come, Child, your time with accursed spreadsheets and interminable meetings is over …
let us play!

Where are your social media accounts?
I do not indulge in such things. I am not the plaything of billionaires. My tales are kept in paper and flesh. I will weave a story so fine that you won’t see it as you walk into it and then I shall have you joyously stuck in my web. And that shall be the only web you need.