Dash of magic, Instant flame, Subtle finger flick, Turn of the wrist. Reams of hankies flying out his sleeves, A single white rabbit pulled from his hat,
By Mars Dafaalla3 years ago in Poets
Polka Pouli had lost her patience with the day before it had even begun. Her labour app kept her at work for a whole three minutes extra, the hydrocab was late, and now the Reception Bot was struggling to connect.
By Mars Dafaalla5 years ago in Fiction
