Fairy Dust

MISCHIEF AND MAGIC. TINKERS AND FAIRIES. DO YOU BELIEVE IN MAGIC?

Farran Sherwin cupped a hand to his ear and said, “I can’t hear you. Do you believe in fairies?”
The hall erupted into chaos as children sprang out of their seats, spilling popcorn under their feets as they yelled, “Yes!”
The tinker staggered as if he had been struck by a sound-wave and the children giggled.
Farran cocked his head. “Listen. Can you hear someone?”
A hush settled over the children. They perched on the edge of their seats, palms gripping the armrests. Their faces were pinched tight as they gazed up at the stage.
He widened his eyes and whispered, “She’s coming.”