Leo at the DMV

The sign changed again, adding the number sixty-nine to the bottom of the list. Leofric glanced down at the piece of paper in his hand: seventy-two, exactly the same as the last six times he'd looked.

Buying a car had seemed like a great idea at the time. He and Zita couldn't keep relying on Cya or her car being available to drive places, so he'd checked craigslist periodically for a few weeks until he found the perfect car (it was red!) for a few thousand, and bought it. That had all gone perfectly: it checked out as described, the transaction went effortlessly, and they made it back home in one piece.

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I wrote this, uh... two years ago, almost exactly, and always meant to keep going with it and never did. So yeah.

A Dangerous Opponent

Leofric stared down his blade at his opponent, ignoring the rain water dripping down his hair and into his eyes. He had managed to chase it down to this dead-end alley and had it backed into a corner. The tip of his sword was mere inches from its nose; as he knew well, creatures - and people - were most dangerous when cornered. A distant peal of thunder rumbled faintly through the air.

His opponent stared back, unblinking, and mewed.

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