Harry had always dreamed of visiting a galaxy far, far away and on Tuesday he bumped into a kindly woman who promised him the stars.
Harry, not being a complete idiot, said that he didn’t talk to strangers (let alone visit the outer rim with them). The shrewd old dear gave her name and twitter handle, and pointed out that they were no longer strangers.
Harry was convinced.
She took him to a shack deep in the woods, furnished with colouring books, chocolates, games and a hot roaring fire where Harry, 42, proposed and they all lived happily ever after.
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Written as part of Friday Fictioneers hosted by the lovely (I presume, I’ve never met her) Rochelle! Be sure to read her entry and everyone else’s by clicking this link.
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