Teryl's Tales of Whim~"You've freed me," declared the small winged lady emerging from the ornate bottle I'd recently purchased at a spooky garage-sale from the gothic manor at the end of the lane, "What wish may I grant?"
I thought long and hard, while also struggling with the fact magic was either real or I had lost my mind.
"I wish," I finally decided as she nibbled my leftover pizza crust, "That my kitchen drawers never become jammed."
It's been great.
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