Face Off (Day 8)

I would probably never have spotted him if the boys hadn’t turned the kitchen into such a disaster area during their bedtime snack. With all the cracker fragments strewn about, apparently not even a pixie ninja could avoid making a sound.

Everyone tucked in and snoring at last, I had already turned off all the other lights in the apartment, and was in the bathroom staring at my face when I heard something crunch in the kitchen. I reflexively stuck my head around the door frame and there he was, frozen in a tense crouch, staring right back at me. He was about a foot, maybe fifteen inches tall, but super thin, like he had started out around eight inches and then been heated and stretched. A wiry beard stuck out from his tiny chin. He looked almost exactly like I would expect a pixie to look, save that he was wearing a ninja costume: black cotton pants and tunic, a sword on his back and what appeared to be tiny nunchucks tucked into his black sash.

“What are you wearing that for?” I asked.

He continued to stare, motionless. After what seemed like forever — it must have been at least thirty seconds — I finally blinked, and he was gone.

Weird, I thought, as I turned back to the mirror and squeezed a few more blackheads.

One thought on “Face Off (Day 8)

  1. O.M.G. I freakin’ love pixies! And ninjas!
    Yeah, stuff like that never happens to me. With my luck, it would be a big ass mouse or ferret that would attack me if I blinked.

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