A Few Words from Mrs Magillacodee
An excerpt from Hickory Hill
by Eileen Magee
I was a slip of a girl, maybe seven or eight when I first saw a fairy. It was at Aunt Gladys’s. She lives near the seaside and we sometimes spent summer holidays with her. One night, although pooped from a day at the beach, and despite the rhythmic sound of the waves slapping onto the shore, I tossed and turned for hours. Aunt Gladys, snoring in the bed across from mine didn’t help matters. Eventually I nodded off. Sometime later, a tinkering sound––and splashing woke me.
I sat up and rubbed my eyes. In the soft moonlight glow, I couldn’t believe what I saw! A fairy! The tooth-fairy? She was ducking and diving into the glass of water on the table between the two beds. Aunt Gladys’s false teeth sat at the bottom of the glass. Suddenly, the little fairy took a deep breath, dived in and hauled the false teeth out. Then she hovered above the glass, with the dentures hanging over her shoulder.
The odd thing was, she wasn’t wet. The odder thing was, she winked at me. I rubbed one eye at a time rather than both together for fear of losing sight of her. She winked again, then…stuck her finger in her ear and wiggled it about—nodding at me to do the same. Hesitantly, I did—and that was the moment everything changed. Everything suddenly made sense. I now understood why peculiar things always happened to me. That was the moment my world changed from ordinary to extraordinary, magical—and a secret.