Allergic

We now return to your regularly scheduled extremely constrained daily entertainment. I'll be doing two flitterfics per day until I catch up on the missing five; that way we won't have a giant backlog pushing everything off the front page.

Gen Con was fun. Several of these (including today's) were inspired by overheard comments or strange statements.

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Cheri began sneezing the moment the door opened. They were violent outbursts, doubling her over with the force of the nasal explosions.

“We’ve – achoo! – got to – achoo! – get out of here!” she managed.

Durgan looked back from the edge of the forest. “Are you okay?”

“Aller – achoo! – allergies…” Cheri staggered outside and tugged at Durgan’s arm.

“Well, you should definitely get back into the transport,” said Durgan. “But I’ll be fine. I’m not even sniffling.”

“No! Both of us – achoo! – have to leave.”

“Why?” Durgan folded his arms.

Cheri gasped as the dark shape rose up behind him. “I’m allergic – achoo! – to werebears…”