But I would still like to know your name.”
“Me name is . Xxx …” He made a noise that sounded very much like a cat hacking up a very large hairball. Once in a while I’ll find a sentence or phrase that doesn’t say what I thought it said. So, rather than freaking out, I replied, “I thought Leprechauns were supposed to be about three feet high, not three inches high.”
He laughed, stood up and said, “We can be any size we want to be.”
Suddenly he was eight or nine feet tall crouching between the desk and the ceiling. It all started there, ye know.”
“Yes, I know.” I replied. or faerie… Once a man starts to spurt, she transforms and continues to draw the seed– and his life, out of his body until there is nothing left but an empty husk.




















