Friday Fictioneers. This week Rochelle has offered us a picture by fellow scribe C.E.Ayr
Unfortunately, I tripped on a worm that was dancing a merry jig, and my shoe flew off. I asked a passing gust of wind to pick it up, but it said blow that and kept going. How rude. My shadow offered to get it for me but sadly he slithered down a storm drain.
Do you think I’ll be able to replace him on Black Friday?