Real Work!

Sasha sighed. Her morning wash was ruined by Holly’s presence. She was such a Miss Perfectionist.

“You know if you worked a bit harder Sasha, you could get a real job too…” Holly had said.

Sasha scrunched up her face. Poetry was real work! She was on her way to the library again this morning.

Walking through the cobbled town streets. Passing by other elves, humans, and goblins.

If she could read her poetry to the King, then her life would change forever, and nobody would look down on her. Nobody.