Six Sentence Sunday for Jan 20, 2013


“I’m the Keeper.”

Recognition flashes across his face and he bows his head in a brief nod. “My apologies, Keeper. I did not realize who you were. Even so you must return the relic to its rightful owner.”

I sort of wished he’d bent on one knee and called me “your majesty” or something but that doesn’t happen.

By Michelle

I wish you all could be inside my head. The conversation is sparkling.