SHORT STORIES: The Sidhe and The Green Book
By Anne Errington
It was snowing. A grey, thick sky with small wet flakes. The Sidhe turns away from the window and her eyes fall upon a green book.
She picks it up and sits down in front of the fire.
First of all she flicks through it… the three little stones sitting in the waves of rock, the two women hugging each other, the happiness on her face, the eye of the old man watching her, the white road cutting through the landscape, the colours of the Guerrab, camels, doors, windows, shadows, ah so many.
Then there are the stories… Tea Time, “ I think the problem this time is with the teapot. If it is old it is not good for the tea.” Or The Crow, “The bird dived, fast, down, down and down, further from sky to water.” Here are the fairies of light, The Encantadas. Which story to read again?
Ah, Lala Purple, there she is standing on the hill side. “ Once in a village deep in Morocco, there lived a woman who was full of grace and beauty.”
Image © Laura Hudson Mackay
Image © Laura Hudson Mackay
