Second Star to the Right



“When the first baby laughed for the first time, its laugh broke
into a thousand pieces, and they all went skipping about, and
that was the beginning of fairies.”
― J.M. Barrie, Peter Pan

Danny is a homeless, vegan anarchist living on the streets of Bath with his canine companion Moss. He has the chance to change his life when he inherits a large sum of money and a manor house in West Wales. The events that follow take him on a thought-provoking emotional journey as he struggles to find his place within society. Could his new found wealth finally give him the purpose and direction that he has lacked? After all, a life changing event is only worthwhile if there is a life to change…

“It was difficult to imagine this rotten bungalow had once been loved and lived in. It looked so different today. Outside, the garden was a jungle of weeds; somewhere deep inside the vegetation was a hidden path. The little garden gate was rusted shut, bindweed holding it prisoner. It was a prime example of how nature, when undisturbed, will reclaim the space that man once stole. In essence I felt humbled to be in the presence of such fecundity at work.”

“My guitar was the only thing I took with me when I ran away. At first I enjoyed the thrill of busking. It gave me something to do sitting on a street corner strumming out songs I had played countless times before in my bedroom. Then, for some reason, I swapped it for a small grey wiry-haired puppy. She was all fluff and legs and welcome company for a lonely teenager. In truth I had always wanted a dog. Moss was me sticking my two fingers up at the world. From that moment I proved to myself that the decisions I made, however thoughtless they might prove to be, were mine alone. I was the master of my own universe.”

“Beyond the park was the woodland. My special place. In the center was a clearing, surrounded by magnificent beech trees which stood towering impressively overhead, holding the secrets of others who had shared in their glory. They bore the scars left through the years, declarations of love carved with affection in one moment, to be witnessed forever. Above them spread a canopy of vivid green leaves with the occasional glimpse of the evening sky in-between as they danced in the breeze. Someone had slung a rope over one of the branches to make a swing, which took them high out into the clearing. I loved this place. Its history and its peace.”

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