Today I bring you a 100 word story about Galin, my favorite scoundrel as I haven’t anything else to share. But next time shall be more substantial.
Galin sat in the tavern, a drink in hand. For one of the first times in his life, he had lost. He drained his tankard, plotting a way to get what he wanted. An ancient tome containing many secrets long forgotten had been his quarry. But someone had found it first.
Michael, his apprentice, sat elsewhere in the room, having a quiet laugh. He, it had been, who had taken Galin’s precious tome. He would wait and see how long it would be till Galin figured this out. In the meantime, maybe he’d give it to Rosie as a gift.
The End,
God bless
Damn those apprentices!
Michael's pure evil here lmao, like Schtroumpf farceur!