Forget everything you ever thought you knew about Peter Pan and Wendy!

A fantasy set-in modern-day Kensington, Peter comes upon a quaint store that propels him on a quest to save Neverland. But not if his future father-in-law Hook has anything to do with it. Hook has plans to bulldoze the place. Metropolitan Police watch Hook’s every move. Gangsters and shoot outs. Mermaids and Crocodiles. Rose petals and fairy dust. Darlings must die. It’s all here, but not as you know it...

Excerpt from Tennapenny:

Meanwhile, somewhere in Hyde Park, the day before…

“Archie, I wish you wouldn’t do that.” Informed Peter watching the terrier relieve himself against the umpteenth tree that afternoon.

“You can’t have much left in the tank old boy.”

Archie shook a leg and caught up. Peter holds a folded umbrella in his hand as though it were a walking stick. Trees cast large shadows. White swans guiding gracefully over the Serpentine. It was the perfect day for a walk. Clouds covered the sky from one horizon to the other. Peter wandered aimlessly. All the while listening to the birds singing. His footsteps sounding upon the gravel path.

“What a lovely day don’t you think?” He asked Archie.

Archie wondered what the human was barking on about as he trotted alongside sniffing tree trunks. Coming to a large iron gate, Peter halted abruptly and looked back over his shoulder. Then up and down a long road.

“I don’t recall this gate old chap.” Wondering if he had taken a wrong turn.

And he contemplates which way to go. Opposite stood large white terraced manor houses. Like regimented uniformed soldiers. The road bustled with an endless procession of Hackneys, lorries, cars, and towering red double-decker buses. To his left he spies a narrow street jammed with colorful barrows and pedestrians shuffling between stalls looking for bargains.

“This looks interesting don’t you think? … come on Archie.”

“I haven’t been here for years.” Recalled Peter being drawn deeper and deeper into the lane as if being pulled in by a mysterious force.

He became one with those about him like a school of fish. Washing from one stall to another. Looking, but not seeing. Hearing, but not listening. Then he catches sight of something that stopped him in his tracks. Seeing his reflection in a large store front window. There was only one problem. There were no other reflections, but his own. No stalls. No people.

Just him and Archie.

Peter looked about to see a street crowded with people and barrows. Then back to the window void of life. A rash of goosebumps tingle over him. And wondered if his mind was playing tricks on him. He hears a mischievous giggle. The same he had heard at the club. And wondered if the ghost had followed him home. A gust of cold wind draws him back to the street. Archie looked up at him and whimpered and raced to the door as though he were being called. The door mysteriously opens, and Archie dashes inside.
“Archie!” He called out in vain.

He stared at the brightly colored store front. Painted fire-engine red. Standing out from the dull colored stores about it. Across the window in large, frosted lettering read the sign…

TENNAPENNY

He stepped closer. A flower box of yellow daffodils sits beneath the window. Leaning forward awkwardly to peer inside. Eyes adjust to dimly lit interior. He sees a woman patting and talking to Archie. Then, without warning, an unseen presence nudges him forward.

Causing him to mar the window with his hand.

“I wish you wouldn’t do that…”, said Tiger Lily, “… you know how father doesn’t like us to interfere.”

“He’s special… you’ll see.” Said Tinkerbell grinning.

‘Ding.’ A small bell sounded above Peter’s head as he entered.

“Archie!” He exclaimed, calling him to come.

Obediently Archie remained beside the woman.

“I’m awfully sorry. I don’t know how he got inside. The door…”

“That’s okay. The door is always open to old friends… aren’t you, Archie.”

Archie looked up to Tinkerbell and wagged his tail.

“How do you know his name?”

“It’s on his tag of his collar.”

“Of course… Silly me.”

“Tink_er_bell.” Murmured Tiger Lily beneath her breath giving her a stein look.

“Tinkerbell… What an unusual name.” Remarked Peter catching it.

“Is it? I thought it quite normal… Don’t you Tiger Lily?”

“Tiger Lily? … I’m beginning to feel like the odd one out.”

“And what is wrong with Tiger Lily?” She protested, about to cast a spell at him.

“Nothing… It’s a charming name… I’m Peter… Peter Pan.”

“Play nice Tiger Lily…”, cautioned Tinkerbell, “… Peter is our guest.”

“Hm!” Grumbled Tiger Lily going to stand behind the counter with folded arms.

“I hope I haven’t upset her. I didn’t mean anything by it.” He apologized.

“She’ll warm to you in time.” Informed Tinkerbell rousing the scent of baked muffins beneath his nose.

“(Sniff-sniff) …” Peter’s nostrils flare, “…You smell that?”

“Smell what?” Asked Tinkerbell, playing with him.

There was something strangely familiar about the place, as if he had been there before.

“Perhaps you have.” Said Tinkerbell.

“I’m sorry.”

“You were saying how you may have been here before.” She teased him.

“I did?”

“Hm… Why don’t you stay and look around. You might see something you like.” Suggested Tinkerbell stepping away.

Archie followed at her heels.

Tongue tied and confused, he found himself agreeing and began wandering about the store. Picking at nick-nacks in boxes. Glancing up occasionally to see the Tiger Lily watching him.

“How about this?” Tinkerbell asked appearing from nowhere.

“Where’d you …”, startled by her sudden appearance.

“You have a lady friend I assume.”

“Yes, I think.”

“You think? … Have you not made your intentions clear to her?”

“My intentions?”

“Yes, your intentions, your love.” Pressed Tinkerbell.

“Love? … I ah.” Becoming flustered.

“May I suggest this.” Holding out an emerald brooch surrounded with diamonds.

“Oh, it looks very expensive.” Thought Pete aloud.

“I can let you have it for ten pounds.”

“Ten pounds? ...”, examining the craftsmanship, “… It looks real to me.”