Seamus was drinking in his local pub “The Golden Greyhound” when he announced, there were definitely fairies, he knew they existed. Over the previously noisey bar fell a hush. No one would challenge him even if they wanted to, they knew he would throw a rage like a bull if anyone dared to as much smile, in fact to tell the truth they were all a little afraid of him.

His arms were muscular, his hands large like shovels. He appeared older than his years, his hard work on the building sites coupled with too much smoking and drinking had lined the tanned face.

“Yes, ghosts didn’t exist, religion and the devil were invented to keep folk on the right track, but fairies were definitely real. Why ” he announced, ” didn’t you hear last year the road being laid going to Ennis had to veer round the back of a tree instead of going the straight route as someone had seen fairies there. A reliable person he was. He didn’t drink or take drugs”.

The other customers’ in the bar were thinking not like you.

Seamus ordered another pint. His face reddened , why he thought through the hazy silence was there no feed back.

“Another landlord,” he hissed as he banged the now almost empty pint glass on the bar. Staggering he felt

in the empty pocket.

The landlord said,” maybe you should leave now anyway, you need to get home, don’t want you getting into trouble do we.”

Staggering into the street Seamus could just see the only person in the world he was slightly afraid of Marie, his wife, she was looking at her shopping list she had just taken from her basket.

“Aw, Jesus what am I to do, she’ll be saying I am spending house keeping money again.”

Then he suddenly had an idea, there in front of him was a large lorry parked, back doors wide open. If I’m lying in there she won’t see me as she passes.