This week’s words: Cancer Fairy Sideways Farfetched Chamomile Bleach Assure Granite Supression Layogenic- A person who appears attractive from a distance but not up close Transparent Autophobia- also called monophobia, isolophobia, or eremophobia, is the specific phobia of isolation; a morbid fear of being egotistical, or a dread of being alone or isolated. Sufferers need not be physically alone, but just to believe that they are being ignored or unloved.

Miss Marble of 46 Grimace Street woke to the sound of frantic knocking on her back door. Immediately alerted, she knew there was only one being who knocked on her back door at this ungodly hour.

Sure enough upon opening the door stood Chamomile the Garden Fairy from the other side of town.

Like all fairies the further you stood away from Chamomile, the better she looked, and she was always careful to stand an arm’s length from her so as the delay the layogenic effect of looking at her too closely.

Seeing Miss Marble triggered Chamomile’s tongue and this time it was a farfetched story of autophobia. This was Chamomile’s default story to Miss Marble. Chamomile had a morbid fear of waking up one morning and discovering she was alone.

Previously she had come in a panic believing all the fairy population had a cancer that would wipe them all out. Another time it was about a chemical the farmers were using close to their village, and it was having a bleaching effect on all and everything with an anticipated similar result.

Miss Marble knew with a mere sideways glance at the trembling fairy that it was her job to assure Chamomile that no such thing was happening.

All this was built around the fairy belief that as gregarious folk being the last was a death sentence in itself.

To suppress this fear, Miss Marble has developed a special potion of crushed and pebbled granite, which she would administer to Chamomile once she had managed to settle her down and reassure her that all was well.

Chamomile happily took the potion and after a momentary set of spasms and shudders looked lovingly at Miss Marble.

The potion had the effect of making everything appear transparent, and Chamomile as she had done on the many occasions she had been to Miss Marble looked embarrassed by her behaviour.

Her autophobia now treated Chamomile apologised for bothering Miss Marble and flew out the door and back to her garden on the other side of town accompanied by a whole new transparent view on life.

Miss Marble patted her dog Sal on the head and ambled back to bed.

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