By David Parkland
It’s my fault, I guess. I should be more careful how I spend my wishes. It sat outside and howled for so long I had to let it in. Luck Dragons hate rain. Honestly, did it have to smell so bad?
Nobody tells you how much they stink. That’s what you get for living on lettuce.
I slept on the couch last night.
Well, not exactly slept.
The bedsheets are ruined and I think the mattress might be beyond saving.
None of this will matter tonight. I’m heading down to the docklands with dice in my back pocket. Then we’ll see.
I was going along, but not super-excited, but … Wow, do I love that last paragraph.