Pixie or genie. They both do have 5 letters. I definitely thought that a genie would be more smoke than dust sprinkle and do pixies even grant wishes? As I take in my reflection across the floor of the one grand shithole I’ve been renting out for the past eight months. I can’t help but feel duped that I used my one wish from the genie to make my hair longer. I really didn’t think it would work. But hey, at least it went back into the bottle without a fight. Well, I think it went back into the bottle. I did run to the mirror pretty quickly earlier. How would I even check to make sure?
The vase twisted as it fell off the night table into a violent shatter. “Nooo.” The girls eyes were wrinkled and she searched and her fists pressed fitfully against her temples. “It’s gone. It’s not here. IT’S GONE!” Her wrist pulsed absently, forgotten in the fray. It had been taken from her. That she knew.
The steps of her flatmate grew nearer to her door. “Ana! Ana honey are you okay in there.”
The white trim that frames the maple door way came into focus as the warmth fell to her skin. She sees the small carving on the edge and a choked sob is released. Her feet meet cold cement as she hurtles toward the markings on the edge. The knocking subsides as her trembling fingers raise to the delicate lines and she sighs. Resigned, she whispers. “I know you but I know not what you are. You were stolen from me. You were cheris-“
“ANA! SAY YOU ARE ALRIGHT AND I SHALL GO!”
She looks up to the height of where the raven haired woman would be standing if there were not a door separating the two. Another slow sigh and her emotions have begun the slow weave to keep the girl together. Her lips tighten and turn upward slightly. . Damn these newsreel thin walls. “I am… I am fine Aneth.”
She twists the door handle as she pulls her weight to open the door from her seat. A friend would help.
