Kate held her mother’s hand tightly as they scurried down to the Underground station when the air raid siren sounded.

A bomb hit nearby with a shuddering thump – dust and a few bricks fell from the ceiling above. There was a crash further down the tunnel.

In the darkness, something moved, dark and wetness reflecting from the station lights. Kate peered down the tunnel, shining her torch. She saw silvery metallic cloth, but not like a zeppelin – this moved with the thing inside it. It was moving towards Kate’s light when with a crash another bomb hit above.

Author’s Note: Wondering what could have been wakened during the Blitz.

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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.

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