“Mmph”
I look across the white tables and chairs separating us to Phil who sits in one of the chairs leaning over a puzzle on a table.
“Unh” he grunts again swatting at his head, and after a few blinks I see it.
They dart up and around the lights before diving down once more. Their little wings fluttered. No bigger than my hand.
They dart and dodge between the objects in the room before swooping down and slapping Phil’s shiny bald head. He lets out another frustrated grunt as he swings. A burst of laughter slips through my sealed lips.
They giggle as they weave between his swinging hands, zipping up and around as they dive lower pinching his belly, and the soft areas under his arm.
“Stop it.” says Phil frustrated tears spilling over as he stands abruptly. His large frame knocked his chair back.
“Phil, it’s okay buddy” says one of the orderlies approaching him slowly. I can’t stop the laughter from spilling out anymore. I push a hand against my tummy and force it down.
Phil calms, ignoring the little pinches of the fairies flying around him.
But they don’t like being ignored.
So, this time when they swipe down, they go for the eyes, Phil lets out a roar of rage as he flips the table, sending the puzzle pieces flying, and the orderlies around him pulling his arms to his side, and all my effort is for naught as I double over, succumbing to the maniacal laughter.
