The Boy Named Peter Pan

"Are you alright?" He asked, "I'm sorry that Shadow scared you."

I was lost for words.

"It was my fault, I thought you were Wendy." He continued, "I mean, you're not her, but you look awfully like her."

At that moment, something clicked inside my head and I realised that I was staring up at a boy whom my grandmother had wrote about in her diary, the boy who didn't exist, the boy who was just a work of fiction.

The boy named Peter Pan.