A last-minute story from Colleen, the fairy whisperer, but well worth the share. I hope you enjoy!
Hugo swung his legs to the floor and sat up. What a night!
The party lasted into the wee hours and by the time he’d stumbled home; he
passed out on the couch, never making it into his bed. His head ached, and thirst
clogged his throat.
He belched. The stench of alcohol and the pong of a dirty
ashtray perfumed the air. He fumbled for his cigarettes, rifling through his
pockets, on the hunt for his lighter. He retrieved a pack from his shirt pocket
and found it empty. His anger erupted. He balled up the packet and threw it across
“Hey, quit throwing stuff at me!”
“What?” Hugo’s bleary eyes tried to focus, but he couldn’t
He staggered toward the open window and gasped. Like an old-timey movie reel, grainy images flickered on a silver screen. After his bloodshot eyes cleared, he observed what…
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