The fae turned her gaze on Edwina, and she felt a pleasurable tingle of . . . something. Was that magic, or was Agony just super hot? “I told your friend Alyx that I’d give you a few days before I burn this brand down.” Agony looked down and the tingle receded. “And for the record, I do feel bad about it. My boss at Witchy Wonders has this scorched earth approach that feels very 2020. You know? She’s from that extremist generation.”
i read this story on what several companies whose email lists i am somehow on informed me with their allcaps subject lines was something called selfcare saturday. i do not know how i was targeted to receive this information, as i am hopeless at makeup, get woozy in bubble baths, and still don’t know what eyebrow threading is, but it was a fine instance of life’s rich synchronicity. unfortunately, i had as little reaction to this story as i did to those emails; just as i clicked ‘delete’ without even opening them, so did my brain click ‘delete’ on whatever happened in this story. there’s nothing wrong with it; it’s three-
starscats-and-a-shrug, but it’s just a case of something that, like eyebrow threading, is for people who are not me. of, which, i am happy to report, there are dozens.
read it for yourself here: