So, I totally forgot to blog last week. Like, genuinely, legitimately forgot. I know, I know, I’ve been blogging every Thursday for eons, it should be a well-ingrained habit by now. But here’s the thing: I forgot it was Thursday. Seriously. I had no idea what day it was, so by the end of the day when I realized it was Thursday and I’d spaced on blogging, it was kinda too late.
I’m blaming it on the gnomes.
Speaking of the gnomes. They killed the Cleaning Fairy. See what shenanigans they’re up to now!
The Rise of the Gnomes, Part Two: The Gnomes
Beady eyes peeked out from behind a corner. Mother jumped. Those eyes never failed to send shivers down her spine, no matter how many times she saw them. The gnome grinned, it’s sharp, pointed teeth bared. It cackled as it grabbed the salt shaker from the countertop and carried it upside-down across the room, shaking salt across the counters and floors as it ran back and forth.
Mostly, Mother tried to ignore them. Without the Cleaning Fairy to keep them in line, what could she do?
Another gnome, the one with the red hat and black hair, climbed up into the cupboard and sat on Mother’s fine china. Mother closed her eyes and breathed deeply. Do not let them see how much you care. The more they think it bothers you, the more likely they are to continue doing it.
Mother gulped and turned away, forcing herself not to panic at the gnome sitting atop her plates. A third gnome was now skating through the salt the first gnome had scattered everywhere. Mother reached for the broom.
Mother gasped and turned around. The gnome with the red hat grinned at her, held a plate above its head, and dropped the plate to the floor.
Mother screamed. Her beautiful, irreplaceable dishes.
No more. She would not allow the little beasts to destroy everything beautiful in her home. Cleaning Fairy or no, it was time to fight back.