Stifling a yawn, Carol ate fresh-baked oatmeal cookies, staring out at the rainy weather. As she listened to the toot of a trumpet in the background, she realized that as bad as things were, she wouldn’t ask the necromancer to tell her the future. She’ll take one day at a time.
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Written for Can You Tell a Story In… #347 from Esther Chilton. The prompts are yawn, necromancer, waether, cookies, and toot.
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You’ve made that a really great story.
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Thank you.
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Yes to one day at a time.
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