He opened the door to see her bruised, soaking wet and covered in glitter. . .
A broad smile lit her face, “A pixie swarm! I’ve been through a pixie swarm!” She threw up her arms and danced circles in the doorway.
He grew pale, leaned against the wall and slid to the floor.
“Didn’t you hear me? I’ve seen the pixies!” she giggled, “There were thousands of them. At first there were only a few. Look! One clipped me in the shoulder.” she pointed to a darkening bruise covered in silver glitter. “But then it was like a dam broke and I was being pelted, There wasn’t a sherrick of cover so I hid in the gutter, but it only partially covered me.” She sighed in happiness and shivered, multi hued glitter raining to the floor.
He hadn’t moved. He stared off into the distance a look of utter despair.
“It will be alright,” she crooned as she reached to him.
He flinched away, “Don’t!” he gasped. His skin visibly crawled.
“You don’t believe wives tales do you?” Her smile grew broad and she laughed. “Pixie dust isn’t poisonous. Does it look like my skin is melting away?” She turned in the light, which caught on the millions of tiny facets.
He shook his head dumbly.
“I’ll be famous,” she looked down at herself, “I have proof of pixies.”
“But how will we get it out of the carpet?” he moaned.
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