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
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.
