She was adamant she'd seen a pixie running across the lino in the kitchen. Never one to fabricate, I took into account her 5th glass of wine, and smiled.
"It was most peculiar," she said, shaking her head. "It had a bright pink hat on!"
I leant over the chair and gave her a kiss on the cheek. "Hey Gran, what do you say we go up to bed now?"
She looked at her empty glass and tutted. "Might as well, there's no wine left in the kitchen anyway."
I raised my eyebrows. "Mmm, I know ... strange that, I can't think where it all went."
"I know," she answered innocently. Then paused for a moment, deep in thought, "... but do you know what Amy?" She gestured over to the kitchen door and whispered, "it wouldn't surprise me if that damn pixie didn't drink some!"
Three Word Wednesday where you write something using the three prompt words. This week's words are ... Adamant, Fabricate and Peculiar.