Sunday, March 18, 2012

His Royal Highness

The Sunday Flash Factory 5 to 50/55 challenge prompt words in bold.  

His aerodynamic ego puzzled many, but not Maeve. She possessed the magic to pierce his armored exterior. As if facing a rival, he stood before her, unmoved by her stare, until she pursed her purple lips and said, "No, you can't go out and play. It's raining you silly puppy."

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