Strokes of Genius, Friday
Viki was in a thoughtful mood as she wandered into work a wee bit late, opened the store absent-mindedly, then sat down with her sketchbook. If dreams meant things, then Viki would have to admit that she had utterly no clue what on earth the dream from last night had meant.
Really, now. What could aromatherapy candles fighting evil mean? She sighed, and continued mulling over it. It would be easier, she contemplated, if the evil in her dream had been a smell, or something, rather than a vague outline of a person with flashing eyes.
Strokes of Genius is Open!
Really, now. What could aromatherapy candles fighting evil mean? She sighed, and continued mulling over it. It would be easier, she contemplated, if the evil in her dream had been a smell, or something, rather than a vague outline of a person with flashing eyes.
Strokes of Genius is Open!