(Currently I am on a trip and writing this on my phone so please forgive me if I am late reading your stories.)
copyright Erin Leary
Fog Sale
“Fog for sale!” Keppler shouted from his soapbox. “Authentic river fog, blessed by a gen-yoo-wine water spirit!”
The man looked skeptical. “Water spirit?”
“Yeah, her name’s Brittany.”
“What’s fog good for?”
“Good for what ails you, my good man,” Keppler said. “For instance, you seem like a man who has trouble getting a girlfriend– Hey, come back!”
Brittany, the water spirit appeared next to him. “Of all the snake-oil salesmen I could have taken up with…”
“Why do you even need money?”
“Paying off a class-action suit,” she said. “Apparently my water’s too dirty for some cry-babies. Life’s hard, man.”
