She stood so close to the shop's window that her face was almost pressed up against the glass. There, proudly displayed, lay a pistol inlaid with beautiful amethysts.
The sum on the price tag, however, told her that this gun was worth almost as much as her life. Heartbroken, she sighed and turned away. There was no point in continuing to make heart eyes at this marvelous weapon. She'd better get out there, complete some marks, and maybe one day, she could afford something like it.
She patted her own pistol, an ugly looking thing.
One day.
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Tiny Stories Part 2
NouvellesMy second collection of microfiction, sometimes dealing with the mundane, but mostly dealing with the magical. Unlike the first collection, the stories in this one are based on inktober prompts.
