Flash Fiction: Pockets

Dot reached into her skinny jeans, and pulled out a bazooka.

“You have TARDIS pockets?” Zoe gasped. “I can’t fit gum in mine!”

Clothomancy,” Dot smiled. “Check your stocking!”

From the striped fabric on her knee, she withdrew the Keytar Sword of Casion.

“Oh yeah!”




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