Chapter 8

Jacob took the camera from around his neck and sat down in the grass. He deleted the photo of the tree and was about to examine the picture of the fairy when he discovered there was no picture. All he had captured was a small flash of light with a couple of tree trunks in the background. He zoomed in on the centre of the photograph, but there was nothing there but white light. No evidence of the fairy at all.

“What happened?” said a tiny voice in his ear.

Jacob cocked his head to find a miniature version of the man he’d been talking to hovering above his shoulder, the humming of his tiny wings clearly audible.

“It was the camera,” Jacob explained. “It does that, flashes, so the picture is clearer.”

The little fairy flew around the back of Jacob’s head until he was hovering in front of Jacob’s face.

“How do you do that?” asked Jacob.

“Fly?”

Jacob shrugged. “Yeah, that too. But how do you make yourself so small?”