The Magic Box [Tuesday]
Celia was feeling quite a bit better today -- which, again, was probably aided by the fact that she'd slept most of the last two days, not to mention the fact that she was clutching two scones and a cup of coffee when she wandered in to work today.
She'd get back to her normal routine soon enough, but today found her embracing the clear and utter madness that had taken over the shop, recently. Not only were there pumpkins (still bearing her funny mustaches!), but now there were...skeletal flamingos.
And when one was greeted by skeletal, plastic flamingos, one had decisions to make. Such as how to better decorate them. Today's shipment solved that problem, given that it was filled with black crepe and cotton spiderwebs, which Celia draped gingerly around the shop.
The crepe was tied neatly around the necks of the flamingos, of course, because they were festive flamingos. She'd just decided.
She'd get back to her normal routine soon enough, but today found her embracing the clear and utter madness that had taken over the shop, recently. Not only were there pumpkins (still bearing her funny mustaches!), but now there were...skeletal flamingos.
And when one was greeted by skeletal, plastic flamingos, one had decisions to make. Such as how to better decorate them. Today's shipment solved that problem, given that it was filled with black crepe and cotton spiderwebs, which Celia draped gingerly around the shop.
The crepe was tied neatly around the necks of the flamingos, of course, because they were festive flamingos. She'd just decided.