I wasn't planning to participate in this week's Friday Fictioneers because I've just bought a new laptop and need a day or two to transfer my files. But then I saw a photo of my foot! Well I couldn't not write a story, could I? And it seemed appropriate to return to some old friends.
The Sprain of Destiny
When Batty Patty sprained her ankle tripping over a Leprechaun's Pot of Gold in her garden she was thrilled.
She cradled the Pot in wonder. This was acknowledgement by the Little Folk that she was a kindred spirit. This was destiny. Why else would they give her this gift?
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Paddy the Leprechaun peeped through Patty's cat flap in alarm. How had this woman even seen his Pot? It was supposed to be invisible to humans! And how the feck would he retrieve it while she was cuddling it?
Damn that gobshite Seamus for hiding Paddy's Pot in a nutjob's garden.
I hope you enjoyed this story and I look forward to your comments.
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