Darling Girl

by Liz Michalski

“Don’t look down,” he’d said. “And don’t doubt. The moment you doubt whether you can fly, you cease forever to be able to do it.”

A second voice had echoed him, tiny and excited, like the tinkling of golden bells.

What a cute reference to tinkerbell

highlighter called Pixie Dust.

I am living for the peter pan references

“She’s fascinated by your family. Peter Pan was her hero for years. Though it’s always a shame when you realize your literary crushes aren’t real, isn’t it?”

Holly’s tried to think of the blood as an antibody, a way to help Jack fight the damage done during the crash. She’s seen how the injections have changed him, erasing scars, healing his bones, giving him a chance to live a normal life, the life that was denied to his father and his twin. What mother wouldn’t give her child that second chance?

And then she hears the strangest thing. A ringing, like tiny golden bells. She searches the tree for wind chimes but sees nothing. The bells sound like laughter.

She knows where she has to go. To London. To find Eden’s father. Impossible as it sounds, to find Peter Pan.