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I shift in my seat, bracing myself to ask the question that has been the elephant in the room since the interview began. I ask Mr. Buckingham where he now sees the future of Fleetwood Mac, after the disappearance of bandmate and ex girlfriend Stevie Nicks 18 months ago. He declines comment.

September 1999
I wake from a bizarre dream, the sound of my child's cries rattling through my ears and through the monitor by my side. I sigh and step out of bed, sleepily staggering to her room across the hall. I gather her into my arms, a warmth spreading through my chest, and rock her until she is silent. "Are you hungry sweetheart?" I whisper. The tears on her cheeks dry as she takes her milk from me, and when she is satisfied I let her little body rest against me, her head nuzzling my shoulder, until her lids droop and she re-enters her sweet slumber,

Eventually I am able to return to bed where I lie exhausted but unable to sleep. The events of my own recent dream are circling in my head. It's him, again. He is screaming at me, again. He won't accept us, but he will take her away from me. He doesn't love me- not anymore. She could be a mother to her, she would be better for her. I refuse to let her go. She is our child, why would he do this?

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