Damn it, gnomeA Story by Jon RoggieBack in the flames, there is a rustle of stone, and a snort of powdered granite. Baleful eye spots me, flint eyebrow raises, and I can't help but repeat myself, "It was the gnome!" Touchy spot, since he likes to be ignored. Blaming me for another's deeds on his door. Flames not painful, but cleaning off the soot might draw some attention. One benefit, the pols seem to have stepped back a bit, while the locals shrug their shoulders, and continue their days without end. Flex of shoulders, and wings which should be heavy, stretching to a height normally ignored. "The Gnome?' Finally, someone is listening. The problem is it is a ten foot tall gargoyle, with a stone wing span of twenty feet. I doubt anyone is going to argue in his presence, but I see selective amnesia running wild. "Yes. The Gnome." Notice how "gnome" has went to "Gnome"?
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1 Review Added on February 2, 2020 Last Updated on February 2, 2020 AuthorJon RoggiePorterville, CAAboutI tend to ramble, and rarely explain myself. Take that as you will more..Writing
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