Tiny Girl

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That day I walked into my tiny apartment in a foul mood. I hastily dropped my armful of shopping onto my kitchen counter and turned to enter my tiny 'dining room' with the A4 envelope which had been messengered to me at work earlier that day. This envelope, and it's unopened contents, were the source of my mood. I sat down at my table, which was squashed against two of the apartments walls so I could fit some chairs around it, and I stared at the envelope. I hadn't opened it yet, but I knew what was inside and it made my stomach knot up.

It had been 6 months since they left me. My wife, Lindsey, had made it clear that if I had tried to contact her or our daughter that she would find a way to make me go to jail. She was a lawyer and she had friends who were lawyers, and judges and policemen - if she wanted me in jail, that's where I'd end up. I hadn't done anything illegal, all I had really done was cheat on her. But if all I'd done was simply cheat on her she might have forgiven me and taken me back by now. No, what I'd done was much worse then simply breaking my wedding vows.

My daughter Amy was the last of her friends to turn 18, so she wanted a big party with alcohol. We agreed to let her have it at home, but we told her one of us would stay in the house just incase anything got out of hand. Well my daughter and her friends didn't like me sitting alone while they all got wasted so they dragged me out and had me join them. Once I knew i'd had to much I retreated back to my den, only to be followed in there by Amy's best (and sexiest) friend, Claire.

Clair was not as drunk as she seemed and she knew how to push my buttons. I couldn't resist her vivacious body and red hair, especially not while I was drunk. I barely remember fucking her that first drunken time, but I remember all the other times. Clair was the best sexual partner I had ever had, she was young and sexy and eager to please. Twice I tried to break it off but she threatened to tell my family if we stopped - If I was being honest I'd admit I was happy she had blackmailed me, I didn't offer much of a fight.

Cheating on my wife was bad enough, cheating on her with a hot 18 year old was another thing and cheating other with our daughters BFF probably unforgivable. What really damned me was getting caught red-handed while Claire dressed and acted as Amy. Somehow Claire had figured out this taboo fantasy of mine and had sprung it on me by surprise. I had denied it at first, but once she got me to admit it and play along it had been the best sex of my life. Until they both walked in on us.

Now I lived alone. I had spent the last 6 months just hoping that one day Lindsey would contact me and we'd begin to reconcile. As time had crawled buy I had begun to realise how unlikely that was, and this thick official letter confirmed it. It had come from Shuster, Mcmillan and Cole - a legal office I recognised from many of my wife anecdotes. They were sharks, she was going to take me for everything she could and then some more.

I started to well up with tears. Lindsey obviously intended to divorce me, my hopes of reconciliation were dashed against the rocks. No, fuck that - I'm not going to sit here crying. I got up and walked back to my shopping bag, retrieving 2 items I had specifically bought to lift my spirits - Irish Whiskey and a very expensive chocolate Easter egg. I walked back to the table with them and sat down. I took a deep hit of the whiskey and wiped my mouth with the back of my hand. That's better no more tears. I looked at the box containing my Easter egg and considered it for a moment.

The egg was made by a company called 'Spright' and as far as I understood this was the only confectionery they produce, and it retails for $200. It was made from the best Belgian chocolate and had ribbons of caramel and chunks of fudge and honeycomb throughout. It was only about 5 inches tall, but the chocolate was thick and only had a very small cavity. The contents of the cavity was the reason the eggs cost so much. 99.99% of the eggs contained a sherbet like sweet which caused vivid lucid dreams which lasted for hours when you ate it. It was basically a drug, but somehow Spright always passed any drug or chemical testing of their product. They claimed it was just 'fairy dust'.

Approximately one in ten thousand eggs contained 'Your hearts desire', this was the main reason people would spend so much on the decadent treat. The company always refused to elaborate on exactly what 'hearts desire' meant, but two or three winners were announced every year and they were always shown smiling like children at Christmas.

I had my little tradition of buying one each year. Lindsey had accused me of wasting money, but this one of of my only selfish spending habits, and she learned to let me have it. I always hoped I would get the secret prise, but to be honest I was just happy to have that delicious chocolate and ride that somehow-legal high from the 'fairy dust'.

I decided that getting high on pixie dust seemed like a great alternative to adulting that day so I peeled open the heavilly protective packaging and retrieved my egg. I took a moment to admire it before smashing it softly onto the table to crack it open. But instead of breaking apart to reveal a tiny packet of multicoloured sugar there was a dazzling rainbow light, and the sound of soft wind chimes. I covered my eyes with my arm to protect them and still I was momentarily blinded. Then I heard a noise I could only describe as a tiny cough.

I rubbed my eyes and opened them to the strangest sight I had ever bore witness two. Instead of a packet of sugar-cocaine was a tiny person, A tiny girl infact. She couldn't have been more then 2 inches tall, with hot-pink hair, delicate little dove wings on her back and tiny little rabbit-ears protruding from her hairline. And she was completely naked.