
I was out, of course, while he called. I can’t exactly give flying lessons inside a cozy classroom.
He could have just left the message on the answering machine. But no! He had to call me 13 unlucky times before losing it and blasting his cellphone off with his wand.
He’s like, “Why don’t you carry your cellphone with you?”
Sure, I can carry it. But he should try answering calls while riding a broom driven by a shrieking first-timer trying to avoid birds, trees, humans and electrically-charged clouds.
There is no foothold. I almost drop myself ten times a day while holding a broom with both my hands. I don’t have enough hands to hold a cell phone too.
But does he understand? No! Instead, he blames me for ignoring him. Love sucks…
A clever witchy story, Shaily. It sucked me in! 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
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Thank you, Pete! It is photo-prompt as most of my stories are. 😁
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They just don’t understand, do they, Shaily.
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So true! 🤣🤣🤣
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