Ned Creely ran a little shop on the corner of market square, filled to the brim with all sorts of bits and bobs. Now, Ned Creely ran around the shop, trying to find a certain curly-haired witch.
“Myra O’Connell, you will die a spinster!” He teased as bounded up the stairs, just in time to see a bit of skirt round the corner.
“Myra, I swear to the powers that be- you will be the death of me.”
A head peeked around the corner. “No, I'll be a spinster…”
“Myra…”
She stepped out from her hiding place to face him and put her hands on her hips.
“I… wait, what were we talking about?”
“Uh… I can't remember. Huh.”
“Probably somethin’ stupid.”
“I concur. Can't have been too important. Goodnight.” Ah, yes. One in the morning. Perfect time to… uh, chase someone?
“Goodnight, Ned.”
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Ned & Myra
Short StoryNed is an odd, yet respected shopkeeper. At 35, he's one of the wealthiest men in town. Myra(29) is a bizarre, bossy witch that has little experience with other people. They've been friends ever since Myra accidentally poisoned him with a wonky poti...
