Chapter 7

"What.....What are you?" I stammered helplessly.
"A shfaelite dumbo. Its actually Shfeltilusacidumbica but we call it 'Shfaelite' for short." The little creature chorused.
My thoughts wandered to my early days when I was 7 or 8. I had these beautiful books, Ceciline Mary......a fabulous collection of delicate paintings of fairies and little elgant poems.
I scrutinised the miniscule slender fairy in front of me and tried to think of a flower it looked like.
"What flower are you?" I asked cautiously.
The little fairy laughed like a tinkling bell.
"Oh darling! I'm not a flower fairy! I'm just a 'shfaelite'. Yuck! Those flower fairies, there stinking goody-goodyness......" She said slowly, relishing every word like it was syrup.
"Aaah!" I was beginning to enjoy myself now. It suddenly dawned on me that it must be a hallutionation from my migrain earlier on. "Are all butterflies Shfeeelights?" I giggled hysterically.
"Shfaelites." The little fairy said. She looked rather disappointed at me. "Don''t be silly. Only some."
"Ha!" What a loud of rubbish I'm hallucinating I thought madly to myself. "Whats your name Tinkerbell!" I laughed drunkenly.
"Tinkerbell?" She looked puzzled. I laughed loudly at her not knowing Tinkerbell. Her face cleared. "My name is Cynthanie."
I pulled a face at this name.
"Its nice I suppose. But it sounds like something from Star Wars!!!"
The fairy looked almost in tears.
"There's something wrong with you today. I think I'l return later." She said slowly, eyeing me, puzzled.
"Toodle-ooo little Sympthany!"
"Farewell Katherine." And with that she vanished.
I smiled drunkenly and fell asleep.........

"Katherine! Tea!"
I jolted out of my snoozle and sat up.
"What the....."
On my armrest, was a small, velvet, emerald green, teeny, tied with a minute ribbon, shoe.