The door creaks as I enter the dim room.
Strange figures sit around an old table. One looks up. "The chosen one is here."
"Chosen?"
"Chosen... to be arrested for trespassing!"
Breaking into the police-wizard meeting was probably a bad idea.
YOU ARE READING
J. D. Blood's Compendium of Small Absurdities
AcakI write lots of things. Some are big, some are small. These are the small things. Whether they're excerpts from poems, one-liners from future novels, or self-contained stories small enough to constitute a tweet, I'll put them here. This will be an o...
