Prammy scratched his grizzly unshaven face and poked his head through the door.
Witchy Witch was still peering into the crystal ball.
Prammy continued to meander in and out. Anorexia? Wish he could frogmarch her to the dining..He heaved a deep sigh.
After a short while, Witchy Witch sauntered into the sitting and ensconced herself on the sofa.
” Need a cuppa?” Prammy crooned glancing sidelong at her.
” No thanks. I’d better mosey along.”
Prammy silently watched her stalking away. Is she in cahoots with someone?
No sooner had Witchy Witch left than Prammy heard the blast…
Eugi’s weekly prompt. Thank you so much for the prompt and such a lovely quote Eugenia. 🙂