I started writing this story months ago.  It isn't finished yet because I have no idea what happens.  I thought I'd post the beginning in the hope that more will emerge.  If anyone remembers the tiny fairy I saw this summer, this story was inspired by it.  Here it is:

It was a day like any other: I was late for work and it seemed like the world was conspiring against me. As I hurried to my car, something buzzed in front of my face. I was already thinking about my day at work, so I waved it away and continued on. A giant white insect buzzed around my head a few times and I swear I heard tinkling laughter. I was really getting annoyed when the thing landed on top of my head. I flicked it off and felt a surge of satisfaction when I heard it bounce off the fence and then hit the ground.

My satisfaction was short-lived, though, because when I went to see what kind of bug it was, I found that it wasn't a bug at all. I'm not exactly sure what it was. It was small and humanoid, with a pointed face, wiry antennae, and delicate-looking wings. It was a silvery-white color and glowed as if lit from within, sort of like a pearl. It wasn't wearing clothes but it didn't seem to be naked either. It was just right the way it was. I felt downright guilty when I noticed that one of its beautiful, iridescent wings was crumpled. It appeared to be dead.

I gently picked it up and took it into the house. I found a box that once held earrings but was now empty, save for a small square of cotton, and I put the tiny body inside. I was seriously late for work now, so I left it on the kitchen table and hurried out the door. I thought about that tiny creature all day and couldn't wait to get home to see if it was still dead.

I completely forgot about my cat and her penchant for toying with insects until I got home that evening and found that the jewelry box was on the floor and the cotton square had been shredded. My immediate concern was for the cat who I found lashed into a basket with what looked like spiderweb silk. Once she was freed of the sticky stuff, she charged through the cat door and hid in the basement.

I forgot all about the cat when I heard a voice say, "Jhaeli ti thys si tar, shor o?"¹

I turned to find the silvery creature standing in a pot of African violets on the kitchen table. She, for it looked somewhat female to me, had her arms crossed over her tiny chest, one foot tapping furiously on the edge of the pot, and she seemed to be waiting for an answer. I noticed her wing was still crumpled.

I had no idea what she said so I wasn't sure if she could understand me but I thought I'd give it a try. "My name is Susan," I said to the tiny creature. "What's yours?"

"Suisan," she replied with a tinkling laugh.

"Yes," I said. "I'm Susan. Who are you?"

"Suisan," she said again.

I was beginning to lose patience. I pointed to myself and said slowly and loudly, the way one speaks to a foreign person. "Suuuusan," I informed.

She poked herself in the chest and in an exaggerated manner said, "Suuuuisan." And collapsed in a heap of laughter.

I ran around the room pointing to different objects, hoping the poor confused creature would understand. "Lamp!" I shouted. "Table! Flowers!"

The thing buzzed crazily after me. "Lamp! Table! Flower!" she trilled, clapping tiny hands over her mouth to stifle her merry laughter.

I thought I'd give it one last shot. I pointed to myself and said, "Susan."

She finally lost patience with me. She pointed at me and said, "Susan." Then she pointed to herself and said, "Suisan! Suisan! Suisan!"

I gave up trying to figure out what her name was. She obviously couldn't understand me.

¹ "Leave me for the cat, will you?"