Some whimsical words on whimsical themes…
Tammi hated Zoom meetings, and how her colleagues sneered at her humble home. But she squared her shoulders and survived the winter.
When spring came, a skinny geek arrived with a laptop. She gave him a cup of tea and chocolate chip cookie
“This one has smellivision,” he whispered, “but I ain’t supposed to tell you.”
Tammi’s house smelled sweetly of lavender and home baking. The chief among her tormentors, however, was a less particular housekeeper and her high-rise apartment smelled of old ashtrays and feet.
Tammi said nothing, simply watching as the pack turned on its former alpha.
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