“You’ve almost got it, dear!”
I didn’t feel like I was even close to mastering these confounded wings; if I were still a woman, I would grimly set my mouth and struggle on. Perhaps take a moment to slap him for getting us into this predicament in the first place. Just a wish he said, want to live on the beach he said. And now this.
“A bit more to the right, love; ouch!”
I hadn’t meant to poke him in the eye but he deserved it. I continued to fight and hoped that I could find a reverse spell.
I so enjoy the beach, having grown up there. However, seagulls were never a fav but I thought to write this 100-word ode in their honor for FF this week. Sort of. Click below to link up!