Marble Dust

Puck stood back up and swept his hand in the air - the tiny fragments of shining glass drew up from the floor and reformed into one large clear marble that he handed over to Charley to play with. Some of the truth particles must have caught inside also because it was shimmering blue as she turned it side to side.

"What if she swallows it?" Marley said with a motherly worriedness.

"It’s too big to swallow and she plays with marbles all the time, much smaller...”

"Plays with marbles? When has she played with marbles?"

Puck wanted to stop the conversation there but the moth dust prevailed.

"When she comes over to my house", he said quietly.

"When she does what?" Marley asked. This took a bit of explaining and the three sat on the bed together talking then until lunch time with the occasional interjection from the rabbit, who had his own list of memorandum to be heard - including the incident when Charley had pulled one of his ears off. He wanted it stitched back on.

-Gabriel Brunsdon, Puck in Hell, Azlander Series