Little Visitor

 Flash Fiction 

The house I lived in was old. Over 150 years old.

An old English cottage with plenty of character. It showed me this with every creek and knock it made as if speaking to me. 

I am a little eccentric but of sound mind I assure you! Ok! Just to put it out there, I had been known then to partake in smoking the odd joint or two and drinking a few glasses of wine but who hasn't!

It was a night like any other when I saw it, thought I saw it!

I had smoked some weed, drank some wine. Happy in my daze when I heard a thud from downstairs. Nothing unusual about that but it did bring me back to reality with a thirst to get water.

I walked down the stairs and there it was! The little creature. Speckled green and brown skin, wild orange hair and huge eyes. Ugly in a weird cute way.

At first I dismissed what I was seeing, putting it down to a hallucination of the weed kind… until it spoke to me! 

"Give us a kiss!" I heard a mischievous voice say.

To be honest, it didn't register with me straight away as anything more than my high state of mind playing tricks on me, so at first, I just chuckled to myself thinking I had probably kissed a lot worse in my time! 

Before I had time to think anything more, this cheeky creature sprung up, put its arms around my neck and planted a smacker right on my lips, then sprung away again giggling it's head off! 

I rubbed my eyes and when I looked again, it was gone!

Was it really there in the first place? I thought it was but I never saw it again. 

Tammy Donoghue