Tom shook the water off his umbrella and opened the garage door.
For a minute he stood dumbstruck. He had only heard of them in his grandmother’s stories.
The man was barely 6 inches tall. His tiny hat looked like it was made for a doll. If that wasn’t odd enough he was leading a white elephant on a leash.
“Who are you”, Tom asked curiously.
“We’re lost. Please don’t harm us”, pleaded the little man
“Don’t worry, you can stay here”, said Tom as he thought of what a perfect husband the little man would make for Rhea’s doll.
Note: to enjoy this story first read the 3 preceding it. It isn’t a continuation but does have a connection to them. Cheers!
“Sharon! What a surprise! Where’s Jeff?”
“He’s at home. Yesterday, he decided elephants turn white when they grow old! ”
They laughed as she showed him a picture of the drawing on her phone.
“How’s the hat collection?”
“This one is no.87”
“Have you met Ryan? We went to art school together.”
“Nice to meet you! I wish I could stay but I’m not carrying an umbrella and the rain looks like it’s going to pour.”
“Here’s mine, let me drop you,”
“That’s really sweet. Thank you!”
Ryan smiled, this wasn’t as hard as he had thought.
“You can stand under my umbrella – ella – ella..”
A pop song? No way would she fall for that!
“Can I be your knight in dry armour?”
Ryan wanted to be a hero for the pretty girl standing under the tree but couldn’t find his voice and or the right words.
“You’re getting drenched! Here, come share my umbrella.”
“Thank you, it’s really coming down.”
“No problem, let me be your knight in dry armour.” The young man said.
She laughed as they walked away.
Ryan watched from under his umbrella and whispered,” I should have said that”.