Felicity Fairy rested her notebook, on a stone, watching the human beings at sunset.
Cars, headlight, to back lights and everyone in an angry trail to the finish line. It was like fire flies on an unlimited string of coloured beads. No-one going any further than a few millimetres per second.
Every so often a lorry would spill into the other way.
She finished her observations and let her heartbeat slow down to normal. It was the most annoying part of patrolling the city. Watching them fog up the atmosphere , not learning from their mistakes, and creating more work for the graveyard shift.
Operation clean up, but just lately there weren’t enough fairies to finish the job. They had to employ goblins, and they were terrible at merging into the background. Last week they were almost spotted by a tiny person.
Not good enough, just like this migration to their homes. Can’t you walk for once people! Your cars belch out fumes, and repairing the ozone layer is a twenty-four hour job. One of these days we won’t be able to patch a hole with magical netting.
Time is ticking with my shift, and I’ll be glad to fly through the gateway into my own world. At least there global warming hasn’t impacted on us yet, but last week we saw the first signs it would.
Would it be too much to look at how they live their lives?