Little People

Date: 12/24/2022

Shouts of glee from the basement floor and looking closer, a man and child spinning on a thread around the tiniest sewing needle in a perfect pirouette. So small I can barely see. Closer, I hear the shouts but the language is strange, somewhat Slavic. I pick them up on a silver spoon and they don't try to escape. I drop them on a table for a closer look -- no, someone will lay something heavy on them. I move them to an empty shelf over the desk. We'll keep this for them. I say to J and B, "I always knew there were tiny people but now we have seen them!" I can hear more shouts from the floor.