“You’re trying to tell me you met some Elf-like creature in the forest and he gave you some fairy dust?”
“He didn’t give it to me Jimmy. He let me have it for £50! A real bargain.”
“So what does your bargain priced fairy dust do?”
“Well, if I sprinkled it on someone they’d shrink so small I could drop them into this empty beer bottle. Do you want me to show you?”
“Go on then. Anything to get this nonsense out of the way.”
Seconds later Jimmy found himself sat in the bottom of the empty bottle staring up at the opening.
A story for this week’s prompt at Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers.