Isaac stared at the glasses that lay bent on the desk. One arm reached towards him despairingly, the other folded across two glass plates. His heart hammered as he tried to rub away the memories. They wouldn’t fade. What made matters worse was that he couldn’t decide if he was pleased, amused or disgusted by what had existed beyond the lightly tinted lenses.
The fairy (it had a name. Was it Trixie? Pixel? He couldn't remember.) had promised him something grand in return for a late-night snack and a dab of honey to dip it in. Something about glamour and seeing the world in a different light. It was all a bit of a haze; almost a dream. The fairy's words were lost to Isaac, who was entranced by the being's mere presence. He really should have listened.
Reluctance numbed his bones. The thought of wearing the glasses made him shiver, but already there was the motion sickness he experienced without them. He must have made a face, because the classmate at his left turned suddenly.
“Isaac, are you all right?” she asked. “You look kinda sick.”
“Nah, I’m fine,” Isaac replied, balancing the bridge of his glasses atop his nose. A delighted smile spread across his face as her clothes vanished before his eyes.
