She groaned as she noticed her steady supply of coffee had finally run out. This day just kept getting worse.
Suddenly, the sound of a knock on the door shook her out of her self-pity. "Yes?", she growled more than spoke.
Her brother came sweeping into the room. "Well, well, aren't you in a bad mood? Although for you, it's just a normal mood, I suppose."
"Could you take your hilarious wit elsewhere? I'm sure there's a group of two year-olds who finds you amusing."
"Would you like me more if I told you I brought coffee?"
She sighed happily. "I knew I kept you around for something."
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Tiny Stories Part 2
Short StoryMy 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.
