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I turned but he saw me staring and curling his lips, snarled,
“What? You want to guess my name too?”
“Not me buddy,” I replied in a conciliatory tone, “It’s been
a tough day.”
I called the bartender, “One last one for me and my buddy
here”.
He mellowed down and started to chat.
“I spin straw into gold.
You scoff but those skills made a loser peasant girl into a Queen. The
name, sir, is Rumpelstiltskin.”
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Written for the Friday Fictioneers. Word count:100All that yarn meant I had to spin up a tale for this week. When I wrote that title I did but wonder where the Friday Fictioneer's missing contributor Yarn Spinner is these days.