Aiden knew you shouldn’t stop on fairy mounds to rest, but he was so tired of walking and his feet were so sore.
Aiden knew you shouldn’t taste food or drink from fairyland, but he was so thirsty. It was only a sip.
Blinking, he rubbed sleep from his eyes and found bracken in his hair. He heard a dull rumbling noise nearby and rose, stumbling toward a strangely-wrought fence beyond the trees.
Below he saw hundreds of jewel-lit carriages whizzing past with no horses or coachmen to guide them. Above were the mysterious words “M6 – The North West”.
Author’s Note: Inspired by driving through Britain.