Tuesday, September 20, 2011

the ghost was having a completely shit day. nothing was going her way. all she longed for was a warm bath and a strong drink.

she was just about to give up on the day when a gift appeared; a vision of a desperate, bad Dorothy Hamill hair look-a-like image of her most despised nemesis.

and as luck would have it, the day wasn’t so bad after all.

No comments:

Post a Comment