‘Most often, someone who violates a fairy perimeter becomes invisible to mortals outside and may find it impossible to leave the circle.’ (Wikipedia – Fairy Ring)

Exhaustion gnawing at my bones. Tiny bugs eating into my marrow. Breathe in. Breathe out.

Falling to the ground I bury my face in the grass. My nostrils filled with the smell of earth. I am grateful for the lifeline it throws me – anchoring me to something solid. Without it I know I would drift away. A dandelion clock caught by the wind – tiny parachutes scattered, parts of a whole separated forever.

I am invisible. My worth in negative equity.

Fast Forward. Stages of decomposition. Flesh slipping from bone. Fluids seeping – nourishing the earth. Their faces contort as I am carried on the breeze – noses wrinkle and mouths droop. They still don’t see.

I am invisible. My worth in negative equity.

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Amanda Bird

Amanda has always thought of herself as an armchair traveller, and since early childhood books and stories have provided the portal to other worlds. Her love of reading sparked a passion for writing and she has been writing stories since... a very long time ago! She now lives in Hove, and the view allows space for her imagination to roam.

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