“Hey!” Rosalind cried. “That’s my parking space!”
Reginald smirked. “Yeah? Whatcha gonna do about it?”
Rosalind had wondered if she’d ever get the chance to weave the spell.
“Hey. That hawk wasn’t here before.”
“Brilliantly observed. Spikey? Kill.”
She got her space.
Published on May 04, 2014 20:40