Sunday Photo Fiction: Rolls Royce
“What’s that in the drive way?” Margery asked.
“A Rolls-Royce.”
“Why?”
“You requested it for that spell of yours.”
“What?! Why would I want a car for a spell?”
“I don’t know. You’re the witch.”
Margery turned on her heal and walked to her cabinet.
“Now what are you doing?”
“I’m looking for transference dust.”
“Why?”
“So I can do this . . .” Margery poured a small amount of dust into the palm of her hand. She lifted her hand and blew it into Ralph’s face. “You must admit, this is a long time coming.”
Ralph sneezed.
Margery reached grabbed Ralph before he hit the floor.
She walked out to the Rolls-Royce. With one word, the angel came off the hood. With another word, she attached Ralph in her place.
“Well.” Margery stepped back to look at the car. “A Rolls-Royce might be just the thing after all.”
The End
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