Tina Tempest Illustrated Short Short Story

[Tina Tempest]

I had no idea that the magic ring I inherited from my grandfather still had life in it. Had I known, I certainly wouldn't have wished that my sweetie was tiny while we were hiking along a muddy riverbank. At first, she was pretty steamed, especially as that did seem to be the last wish the ring could produce. I hustled her home and made an impromptu bathtub out of a decorative flowerpot. My tiny is much happier now that she is clean and has really warmed to the idea of being my perpetual tiny lover. When she's dry, we'll shop for doll's clothes on Amazon. Before THAT, however, I have a certain need to attend to ... if you catch my drift.

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