"What's a Sharpie?" King Varunas scratched his head.
"It's like a quill, for – hic! — writing," Jet took off the Sharpie's cap. He snort-laughed as he drew circles around the sleeping King Vayun's eyes and a curly mustache over his philtrum-less upper lip.
Jet promptly passed out next to Vayun on the table.
King Agnio grinned at Varunas and Prithvo, rubbing his palms before taking the Sharpie from Jet's hand.
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The Lost Wizard Chronicles
FantasyA compilation of a flash fiction stories submitted as part of the Keep Writing Challenge on Deadlines for Writers (deadlinesforwriters.com). After getting positive feedback from the KWC community, I decided to share it here. Follow along as lost wiz...
