As the thunder of the shots faded, and the furious screeching of the monkeys gave way to a mournful keening that was somehow even worse, Glinda lit another cigarette and inhaled deeply, the hot smoke not quite strangling the acrid odor of gunpowder and the shocking metallic smell of shed blood. Yeah, she was tired of being the good witch.
Blonde Justice relaxes (passes out) after a long day in court getting smacked around by the savvy prosecutors in case after case.
ReplyDelete"I told you I wouldn't settle for just the ruby shoes," Dorothy said.
ReplyDeleteAs the thunder of the shots faded, and the furious screeching of the monkeys gave way to a mournful keening that was somehow even worse, Glinda lit another cigarette and inhaled deeply, the hot smoke not quite strangling the acrid odor of gunpowder and the shocking metallic smell of shed blood. Yeah, she was tired of being the good witch.
ReplyDeleteI told you a silver bullet would kill a witch. I was right.
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