Anonimized

more sleep / #3

"Why are you in such a hurry? Wait, why are you in such a hurry?"

I just stepped from the street onto the pavement, focused on getting somewhere fast. I turn around. What I see makes me pause. There's a small man, a foot high at most. He's running after me, as fast as he can.

"At least take this scepter!"

I bend towards the little man. Without any ceremony he puts a scepter in my hand. It is of course his size, not mine. It's about the size of my hand, plain, made out of wood, with a little knob on top, but no further embellishments. I feel honored. I guess he feels I should have one. When I look up, he's gone.


Charming, I like it.

It was a real small human. Sizewise he reminds me of the lock picking Bowtruckle from Fantastic Beasts.