I was burying a body (totally self-defence) when she
appeared. Literally.
My gun came out, and she threw her hands up. “Nightmare!”
We both paused, confused.
“What… Are we in an anti-magic field?” she asked, confused.
I took the time to look her over. She was stunningly
beautiful, now that I wasn’t just thinking with my trigger finger.
“The whole world’s one love. No real wizards here.” I said.
She looked offended and straightened out (which highlighted
her chest very well).
“I am a bard, thank you very much!”
I got her an identity and a record contract in days.
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